Warning - this thread may have a propensity to devolve into a 60's English sitcom.
Perhaps some of the statesmen of the forum can help me through my emotional crisis? (Take a step back ladies, this could get ugly).
Now, I'm a early-mid thirties guy. I still feel young even though my midrift might not be as taut as it used to be, my calves go twang everytime I think it's time to go for a run and my brow is starting to get some furrows that don't disappear when I stop concentrating. So far none of these physical issues have done anything to make me question my youth.
But at the bathroom mirror this morning....
"Oh what a beautiful morning...
oh what a beautiful day..."
Brush the hair.... check
Floss the teeeeeeth (now that I'm made to feel guiltly for not doing it enough)... check
Clean the teeth..... check
Check the complexion.... beeautiful!
"Look at those shoulders..... grrrr, you warrior you"
Consider the moisteriser the wife always wants me to use.... not bloody likely...
Check for extraneous gorilla nasal hairs....
AHHHH!!!!
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!!!"
There is was - staring me straight in the eye. It wasn't black like it's neighbours or unlucky forebears - it was WHITE!!!! Not even a dark grey. I had a gorilla nose hair that was white!!!! There was no joy ripping that one out.... the tears that worked their way out during extraction had nothing to do with the physical pain...
Where the hell did that come from?
Now, I'm no Peter Pan (although I will live forever). I was expecting at some stage to get some sort of subtle warning that perhaps I was getting a little older. A slight or gentle nudge that says "hey buddy, you've made it - but let's keep it our little secret..." Perhaps some mental trait that I could shrug off and ignore - like "lick tar of road" stories that I can just suppress before I blurt them out.
But this? That's hardly a nudge - that's an invasion of privacy! That's like realising my insides are already middle aged and now it's starting to leak out due to the internal pressure.
Where to from here? Am I already on the slope and gathering speed? Should I expect protuding ear hair anytime soon? Should I start researching hair colours so I have something in the cupboard for the next surprise?
Or worse - does everybody else already think that I'm old and I'm the only one who's not in on the joke?
Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi? You're my only hope!
Perhaps some of the statesmen of the forum can help me through my emotional crisis? (Take a step back ladies, this could get ugly).
Now, I'm a early-mid thirties guy. I still feel young even though my midrift might not be as taut as it used to be, my calves go twang everytime I think it's time to go for a run and my brow is starting to get some furrows that don't disappear when I stop concentrating. So far none of these physical issues have done anything to make me question my youth.
But at the bathroom mirror this morning....
"Oh what a beautiful morning...
oh what a beautiful day..."
Brush the hair.... check
Floss the teeeeeeth (now that I'm made to feel guiltly for not doing it enough)... check
Clean the teeth..... check
Check the complexion.... beeautiful!
"Look at those shoulders..... grrrr, you warrior you"
Consider the moisteriser the wife always wants me to use.... not bloody likely...
Check for extraneous gorilla nasal hairs....
AHHHH!!!!
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!!!"
There is was - staring me straight in the eye. It wasn't black like it's neighbours or unlucky forebears - it was WHITE!!!! Not even a dark grey. I had a gorilla nose hair that was white!!!! There was no joy ripping that one out.... the tears that worked their way out during extraction had nothing to do with the physical pain...
Where the hell did that come from?
Now, I'm no Peter Pan (although I will live forever). I was expecting at some stage to get some sort of subtle warning that perhaps I was getting a little older. A slight or gentle nudge that says "hey buddy, you've made it - but let's keep it our little secret..." Perhaps some mental trait that I could shrug off and ignore - like "lick tar of road" stories that I can just suppress before I blurt them out.
But this? That's hardly a nudge - that's an invasion of privacy! That's like realising my insides are already middle aged and now it's starting to leak out due to the internal pressure.
Where to from here? Am I already on the slope and gathering speed? Should I expect protuding ear hair anytime soon? Should I start researching hair colours so I have something in the cupboard for the next surprise?
Or worse - does everybody else already think that I'm old and I'm the only one who's not in on the joke?
Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi? You're my only hope!