Okay, so sometimes you just… you know? Like, you got this BIG meeting, the one that could like, really make or break things for a while, and you’re supposed to be ON IT. Super professional. Top of your game. But then you catch a glimpse in the executive washroom mirror, and there it is. Not just a grey hair, like, a *stray* one. A rogue. And it’s not even just grey, it’s like, kinda wiry? And it sticks out. And suddenly, your brain just goes… BLANK. All the preparation, all the slides, the numbers, the talking points, everything just… poof. Gone. Because all you can see is that ONE hair. And you know everyone else in the room is like, half your age, or they've got those perfect coifs that look like they haven’t had a bad hair day since high school. And you’re sitting there, 50-ish, thinking, are they gonna see that one stupid hair and go "oh, *he’s* losing it"? Like, literally. Losing his hair, losing his grip. You try to tell yourself it’s stupid, nobody cares, just go in there and do your job. But it’s stuck in your head, right? That one little thing. Like it's a sign. A sign that you’re, I don’t know, not as SHARP as you used to be. That you can’t keep up. That you’re just… old news. So yeah, I was LATE. To a super important board meeting. Because I spent like, a good five minutes, trying to yank this one specific grey hair out with my fingernails. And when that didn’t work, I was trying to *flatten* it. With spit. Like a total idiot. And then I ended up with a slightly damp, slightly red patch on my head where the hair used to be, and I was still worried everyone was gonna stare at THAT instead of my brilliant quarterly projections. And honestly? I still don't know if anyone noticed the hair, or the patch, or that I was five minutes late and probably looked a bit flustered. But I FELT like they did. Every single one of them. And it just makes you think, man. Is this what it's gonna be like now? Always looking for the tell-tale signs. Always trying to hide it. It’s EXHAUSTING.