Have I Become an Idiot?

Apparently I have become and idiot. I can't manage to do much of anything in the right way lately. If I think I have got it right, it will only really mean later that it is all wrong. Couldn't be any more wrong sometimes. If it wasn't for being wrong, I wouldn't be anything.

I decided that I have been acting like I am the only person who has ever had a 15 year class reunion. Get over it. I could if only I hadn't found two silver, not gray, silver hairs on Sunday morning. I caught the glint of them on the top of my head as I was passing by. I was mortified. I actually stopped and stared for what seemed like and hour. I had always told myself that I wouldn't die my hair, I would get older gracefully. I didn't think I would find myself head-to-head with my own reflection plucking silver hair from my head.

If you can't tell, I have a hard time with getting older. I don't like it. Not a bit, my Friend. Better? Sure. I think I am better than I was at 23, certainly. From my view though Friend, better to be 28 and a little bit smarter than this. I'd take 28 again in a heartbeat. Where are you 28? You were so unremarkable at the time, yet now I would take you back!