I’m not old yet because, last August, when I decided for a radical hair style change that included letting my hair go back to its natural color (and it’d been so long, I didn’t know what that was), it turns out that I have really dark brown hair – and not a single gray hair in it, at a few months shy of 50.
(My sisters have decided I have my maternal grandmother’s hair – not a speck of gray when she died at 88. So, thanks, Nana! Because of you, I have the potential of deluding myself about my youthfulness for many years to come.)
I’m not Old Yet, because today, one of my former coworkers, 29, came to me today with a good query about where she was in this point in her life; we talked it all out, came to a good end in what she might do with it all. (She’s a pure lovely, will do well regardless of what I say) Yet, she still said “This is why I come to you, you just see it more clearly, and I know I can come to you with no bullshit at all rationization…”
That is a joy, and makes me feel young enough to keep seeing things young enough. passin it all on…
…because as old as I feel sometimes - like tonight, after hanging around a bunch of high school students, one of whom actually called me old - intellectually I know I’m not even officially in my late 20s.
…because I’ve only got a couple of gray hairs and nobody else can see them.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I do to! Spongebob Rulez! I need the reassurance after what happened a few nights before this thread started. I was walking down the hotel’s hallway. I passed a couple, the husband carrying a 4 year old girl. She was cute as the Dickens, smiling at me so I smiled and waved. Just after they pass, she says in a stage whisper, “That was Santa Claus!” Unless I’m mistaken, that’s not an confirmation of my youthfulness. At least everyone loves Santa.