I'm a worried man as I approach my late twenties. my eye brows have always been kinda bushy, but it worries me that the older gentleman don't seem to give a flying fuck about owning 4 inch eye brows.
Do we as a sex wake up one day and think fuck it, I've been trimming my hair for years, I can't be fucked no more and just let it all just grow. I wanna be pruning my various bushes until I reach the grave. One day I may call it a day though and that's what's scarey!!
actually it's not the age that screws you over, it's marriage.
you don't notice those sorts of things very often. every few years you get a reality check - milestone birthday (30 was a fucking nightmare for me), birth of another daughter - and you actually look at yourself in the mirror.
but instead of being philisophical, reflecting on the man you've become, the wisdom that can only come with experience and maturity, you actually think -
fuck me i could plait my nasal hair, or, christ my ears are like african elephants.
vicious, VICIOUS circle my friends
and then you croak.