Gray hairs are monopolizing my crotch area. I thought the hair on my head was the end of the world. Hair on my dick is a whole different level of crazy.
No longer a midlife crisis; rather a realization that even if I pay the ransom, I'm never going to naturally see my black hair alive again. That is the way it is over that special hill.
Over the hill.
A phrase that can have so many negative
connotations to it. Also a phrase that itself more appropriate if retired, especially since 50, 60, Fuck! even 70+ is still active and very much kicking.
I use the term loosely for myself as I see the term less about an irreversible decline as I see it as a coming over to the other side of many points of view. I see myself worrying less about what others think about me and my decisions. I see myself crossing over to the side of "I could give two mammy fucks about what you think."
There is much more to unpack here. But 12:19am and I am tired. Thinking I can wait until the later hours to write is as unproductive as not writing at all.