I’ve had some gray in my head of hair for a few years, now. Since I keep my hair pretty short, it looks sprinkled with salt rather than streaked with strands. This gray has slowly evolved over the last five years, so I easily grew accustomed to it. It’s just me.
I also have gray in my beard. I usually have a mustache and goatee, connected at the corners of my mouth, and if I let it grow a couple weeks, you can see two gray spots on either side of my goatee. I think this looks kind of cool. It almost looks designed.
I also have some gray hairs on my arms. There’s not a lot of gray hairs — just a few, here and there. But in the right light, they stand out. This hair, though I don’t think it’s cool looking, isn’t particularly troublesome. It’s just a sign that I’m getting a little older. Nothing disturbing.
But I’ve started noticing gray hairs on my chest. Now this. . . gray chest hairs. . . this is not something I like. Salt-and-pepper head hair is character, symmetrical gray spots in the beard is cool, couple of short grays on the arms is acceptable, but gray hair on the chest, that’s oldness. I don’t like it. I do not like gray chest hairs.
If I ever try to cover any gray hairs with color, I’d probably start with those on my chest. Only old men have gray chest hairs, and I just can’t be that. I can’t be old yet. Hell, I’ve not accepted middle age yet, I can’t even comprehend old age.