O...M...G...

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a white hair. I, at 21, have a white hair. A. WHITE. HAIR. Do you comprehend what I am saying? I'm saying - I, barely out of my teens, 21 years old - have a white hair. This is absolutely unacceptable. I know some of my family has a tendency to start the salt 'n pepper look early in life, but that doesn't mean I have to start it! I'm a baby, for pete's sake! My hair is still in its childhood! It should NOT be sprouting white hairs!

I first noticed it a couple weeks ago. It was really short, and since I've dyed my hair twice in the past couple months, I thought maybe it was the result of an especially-fried follicle. And it doesn't really LOOK white - it looks silver. VERY silvery. Very shiny, attention-getting, shimmering silver. So I plucked it out and forgot about it. Then today I take a look, and it's started to grow back, and yep, it's still silver. So that must mean that one hair follicle has gone traitorous against its dark brown peers. And that means I'm stuck with a white hair. For good. Now, say it with me, "Nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I'm too young for this, people! Too young!