how fast I’m getting old scares me. I wish I could be stuck in
Disneyland in 2003 forever. I’m not ready to move on with my life.
Half of me says save money for the future, the other half of me wants
to watch Disney movies and play dress-up.”
You eventually start to lose your hatred for “sell-outs” and “company men.” People who suffer in shitty, soul-draining jobs because they can’t sack up and try for something more. Don’t get me wrong. I still hate sycophantic hacks who compensate for their mediocrity with kiss-up bullshit, too scared to live and die based on their merit, but I don’t resent people for how they pay the bills. Like, sure, it might seem easy to criticize Ann Coulter for professionally spreading misinformation and hatred for a living, but perhaps she’s saving up to pay off her medical bills from the surgical removal of her heart and soul.
When your regular hairstylist gasps as she’s cutting your hair, you know it’s bad. And, it was. She said, “OMG. In the six weeks since you were last in, you’ve developed a tiny patch of gray hair by your right ear.”
It’s only a patch of about 5 hairs but this is how it starts.