I moved away years ago. Life goes on. I'm adrift and ageing alone. I'm getting old. And I don't know how it works.
I've never felt grown up. Job, house, kids, forty five; I still don't feel grown up. Each November I grow some ridiculous facial hair and each year there is more grey in it. The hair on my head has long gone. But I never linked hair loss to old, probably because I had friends who lost their hair well before I lost mine. Us Londoners don't mind the retired-crim crop. Hair loss and grey whiskers hasn't made me feel any older. This week I found a small patch of grey on my chest hair - just before I had the whole lot waxed off, metrosexual that I am. That made me feel a bit old. I guess.
Maybe three times now I've looked in the mirror and not recognised the man looking back at me. A few too many lines, a little too gaunt. Not a kid. Old. Not me.
Me.
I should look look like my dad but I never will. In profile and silhouette I probably look how he would have looked - only with less hair - if it wasn't for that fucking ejector seat. My parents were dealt a shit hand; they played it brilliantly for their kids. I'll never look in the mirror and see my dad looking back at me. I don't want to think about that. I look at AJ and see mum and that comfots me.
In 13months time, assuming I live that long, I'll have outlived my mum. I'll be 46years, two months and one day old.
I run a lot. I'll be devastated when I can't run a half marathon before breakfast. I've convinced myself that it's because I don't want to be an old dad.
But maybe I just don't want to be old.
I can do the maths. Mum dead at 46, dad - remarkably - at 73.
Average parent age = (46 + 73) / 2 = 59.5.
59.5/3 = 19.8
It's simplistic, but if you're life is one third young, middle aged and old then I became middle aged before I was 20 and old before I was 40.
Best suck it up I suppose.
Good night.
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