Just a moment ago I found, and subsequently pulled out very quickly , a white hair. That’s right, a 9 inch, wavy, white strand invading the crowning glory that is my luscious red mane. For a moment I tried to convince myself that maybe, perhaps, it was a really, really blonde strand. That happens right? But alas, I decided to face reality and accept that I have now reached that point when things just aren’t going to be like “when I was younger”.
First there’s the graying of the hair, then there’s the fact that I’m randomly sore and not nearly as limber any more. I went to stretch after a run yesterday, and when I bent down into a butterfly stretch both of my knees let out the kind of crack and pop that I would sooner expect from a quaterback blowing out his knees on the field. It was kind of astounding really, in a grotesque, sad sort of way.
So I’m old now, might as well start picking out retirement cruises and coffins. I suppose any day now the menopause will kick in. *Sigh*…
I’m about to become old in two days. Sigh.
That’s why God invented hair dye, so that we can be youthful forever.
Too bad I’m allergic to hair dye. Remember the “incident” with the black dye? I looked like a swollen pumpkin head.