Interesting term, "watershed". There was a turning point, not too many months ago, where I just couldn't bring myself to bung any more poisons on my head. Then there was a long and scary period of finding out just how gray I really am.

The second watershed was accepting that that whole dark-hair, being-young thing really is over and there's no going back. Now I don't hate it too much. Our society, however, makes it damned hard to love.