I hate to admit it, but the signs are there. Age is clearly creeping up on me. I never get carded anymore, I can't stay up late, and my knee aches in the rain. The newest symptom is even scarier: finding teenage hair annoying.
There's a kid I see sometimes when I am out walking Seamus. He seems like a nice guy, striding around in his Led Zeppelin hoodie, and always takes the time to smile at Seamus and nod at me. But his hair. He's got blonde hair that he is trying to grow long, and the bangs completely cover his eyes. Like down to his mouth. And it's not the Cure-style hair that my friends I may have sported in our younger days. The '80's were the era of mousse and gel (not to be confused with moose and squirrel) and our hair had volume. This hair plastered to this kid's face. I like long hair. I think it is every teenager's duty to have annoying, rebellious hair. For some reason though, with this kid, I have an almost overwhelming urge to grab him and push his blonde bangs out of his face.
I'm a little concerned that the train for old fogeyville is pulling into the station.
Oh yes, and then there's the little fact that my 20th high school reunion is coming up this weekend. 20 years. It doesn't seem like it could have been that long. I can't decide if I want to go or not. It's just a cocktail party at someone's house, but then again, I haven't seen most of these people in 20 years, and for the most part, that's just fine with me. On the other hand, what would it hurt? It might be fun to see some of them again, and if it sucks, I can always leave. Have you been to a high school reunion? Was it fun or a disaster? Maybe I'll just stay home and watch Grosse Pointe Blank.
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