I have a new found obsession. You brunettes out there who don't color treat their hair know what I'm talking about. A few months ago I had parted my hair and was combing it when I noticed a particularly unusual shimmer on a few strands. As I looked closer I discovered they were *huge lung-collapsing gasp* grey hairs. After I calmed down and regulated my breathing I reached for the tweezers and began yanking. I recklessly plucked, straining my eyeballs and my neck from trying to view those just out of reach. I even yanked out a few brown ones in the process. But my frantic mind didn't care about anything except ridding my scalp of premature signs of aging. Apparently it would rather be bald than grey. Thank goodness for hair dye bc no 23yr old should have to worry about grey hair. So now anytime I am messing around with my hair I do a quick scan for those greys and promptly yank them out by the root.

"The future is only certain if we accept it as such. We discover what is possible not through calculation but through doing." -K.C. Golden