Fuzzy wuzzy

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I am under no allusions anymore that I am impervious or invincible to getting older. This reality was brought abruptly to my attention this morning, whilst peering into the mirror sans glasses I caught sight of a faint whisp of brown under my chin. 

Grabbing it thinking it was yet another stray hair from my ever moulting bob, I yanked. A sharp pain & a horrified stare later I looked at what was an inch long dark brown curl which unbeknownst to me had been living under my chin like a snake under a rock for god knows how long. 

How have I been walking around with this abomination curling beside me? I feel like I imagine I will feel when I find my first grey hair - bereft and at a loss that my body would do this to me. I'm 22 for gods sake. Why are you doing this to me? I have my shit together & this is how I am repaid. Filled with angst I message a very old and dear friend who proceeds to laugh at me & advises me not to pull it out as six will follow.
BRILLIANT. 

At 22 you're inclined to feel somewhat smug - you can not wear make up and look alright. Not brilliant, but ok. You can not sleep, dab on some touché éclat & look good. You can even drink all night & cover the red wine stains with lipstick if that's your thing - MAC Chilli works wonders by the by. But it's quite obvious some things you are not immune to, like hairs on your chin, wanting to go to bed at midnight on a Friday night & choosing red wine and dinner over clubbing. 

With 9 weeks left of my Australian adventure it's possible I'm putting too many metaphors on this one stray hair - but I feel like this is a michro-chosm for everything coming next. Where is the next hidden hair coming from? I have no idea & in all likelihood apart from making me worry more for a brief ten minutes I will just rip it out & walk on. The truth is that there will be many hairs on your chin which you literally won't see until they are an inch long. 
But just pull them out and get on with it. You're 22 not 12.