Yes, folks, I am now old. I have crossed the boundary within the past few weeks. For those young women who may have had an interest in getting me before I hit old age, I’m sorry… you’ve missed your opportunity. I’ll be expecting letters from the AARP soon (perhaps in Spanish?). What happened, you ask? I have a white hair.
I don’t have a problem with getting older, it’s not that. A couple of years ago I noticed my skin losing it’s youthfully taught nature, but a white hair is the official stamp. The hilarious thing is that it sprouted from my mustache. I tried taking a picture of it for you all to see, but if you’ve ever tried taking a picture of yourself so that your white mustache hair is visible amongst the sheen of the surrounding dark hairs you know how easy it is. It’s NOT. So, in lieu of an actual photograph, I’ve provided a realistic painting for you.
As you can see above, there are quite a few reddish hairs. I’ve always had those in my beard, but now the white hair has made its appearance. There were actually two, but one fell out (as beard hairs do – CONSTANTLY) so we’re down to just the one. The future will hold other things of course: a receding hairline, thinning hair, hair in my ears, the need for eyeglasses, and so on and so forth, but the threshold has been crossed. The first white hair has come to be, and my young days are officially behind me, but hey.. as the kids say “it’s all good.” That is what they say, isn’t it? Isn’t it?? I’m still cool and hip, right???
Oh, wait… I never was 😉