The florescent lighting in the bathroom at work is just sooooo flattering. It’s also the perfect lighting to accentuate all my grey hairs silver highlights. Now that I’ve discovered this, it’s like I can’t stop searching for those beautiful signs of age. Can you guess what follows?

a) I can’t stop admiring how those random silver hairs glint in the light. And spring from my ponytail in a deceptively youthful way.

b) I hunt them down like the traitors they are to my brown locks and pluck them out. No mercy.

c) I don’t give them a second thought. I’ve got work to do!

d) I run out of there. It’s like the first time every time. Horrifying. And proceed to request more flattering lighting in the bathroom. Surely I’m not the first one to point out that florescent lighting should be outlawed.

Did you guess B? It’s turning into quite the pastime. And it’s strangely satisfying, and a great way to pass the time at work. I wish that I could say I took the high road and embraced those wayward strands as a sign of wisdom. It just seems strange to have grey hairs when you still don’t know what the heck you want to do with your life. So until then, it’s sayonara suckers. Until tomorrow.