I take pride in my ability to grow a full-connector. Because stubble is “in”, I can take a trimmer to my entire head and be done with hair maintanence in a matter of minutes. The only difficult spot is about an inch or two behind the top of my head.
True story: I decided to quickly cut my hair before going to my morning classes at Virginia Tech and missed this previously mentioned difficult spot. I didn’t realize my misstep for about 4 hours. Yikes.
I don’t consider myself a particularly vain person. I do what I can to keep myself looking not disgusting and when the situation calls for it I think I can clean up quite well (see: Sister’s Graduation). However, I found something disturbing one day looking at the bathroom mirror. Rather than bore you with text I took my turn at showing my lack of artistic ability with the lovely and standard-issue Microsoft Paint.
Here’s me.
Here’s the problem.
Since the discovery of this first offender a few days ago I’ve actually found a few others. Not cool, man. Not cool.
I feel ya, bro. I’m a LOT farther down that road.
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I’m with you… and my kids do NOT hesitate to remind me daily lol
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Oh you poor thing. I started going gray at 16… a long time ago.
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Kyle’s are WHITE WHITE WHITE. There’s no gray about it. I usually yank the ones I find on his head (usually above his ears) but now there are some in the back of his head, and he told me he’s found a couple in his stubbly beard when he doesn’t shave for, you know, four hours.
I am SO SO SO glad I dye my hair because all this business is NOT COOL.
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I love these drawings! Welcome to the Going Gray Club, dude.
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I love the mental image of you drawing this picture, and then going in and painstakingly adding one, single gray hair.
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Aw man – it’s DISTINGUISHED! 🙂
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Wait, wait, wait….is that one on the other side too!
I’ve got the Bride of Frankenstein thing going on currently hidden by my friend Ms. Clairol.
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