I'm An Old Fart

It's official. The first time, I thought it was a simple mistake. The second time, I laughed at the irony, but now that I've gone all the way to the train station, and sat there for 15 minutes only to realize as the train is arriving that I'm missing some important item and had to go back home, basically ruining my plans, I know there's a pattern. I'm going senile. At 24.

Meh, I guess I should have seen it coming.

I left my house the other day at 12:45 to catch the 1pm train so I could go to the bank, wire home money, then go to the midori no madoguchi to buy my bus ticket to Kyoto, but, when I got there, I had missed my train by minutes, must have come at 12:58. So I waited it out, realized at the last moment that I didn't have my passbook or copy from the last time I was there to use as a template, and had to go back home. Oh well, I still had plenty of time. So I caught the next train, and got to Shin Matsudo to find out that my next train wasn't for another 15 minutes, thusly putting me in Kashiwa and thusly at the bank a whopping 20 minutes early. I waited as long as I could in the line, but people were moving monstrously slow as could have been expected, and though I did get a smile from the cute girl that works there, a smile doesn't send my money home and I had to take off to catch my bus to work for my 3:10 start.

So, since I didn't get the bank done, I figured I would stop by the midori no madoguchi after work to at least get the bus ticket part taken care of so I could at least say I got SOMETHING done that day, but when I got there, I discovered that I have to wait until the 20th to buy my ticket. The website says to make sure you get your ticket 1 month in advance, it failed to mention that you can't actually BUY the ticket until 1 month prior to your departure. So I got nothing at all done that day except for leaving the house an hour and a half early and enjoying time outside.

K. Now that alone might not be enough to convince you that I'm an old fart (the forgetting stuff constantly, in the exact same situation over and over), but this should:
I found not one, not two, but 5 or 6 completely white hairs just chillen on the left side of my hair today at work. There's no pretending, they're there. I mean, I know that I'm not a little kid anymore, but for fuck's sake, I'm only 24. I'm not supposed to have peppered hair quite yet. Dad told me I'd be going grey by 35, but this is ridiculous. It's not like I lead an entirely stressful life anymore, if anything this is the most relaxed period in my life since before we moved from Texas, so it has to be genetics at play. Yikes. I hope to God that the other genetic hair-related curse that runs in my family (male pattern baldness) doesn't kick in early as well, if at all. My cowlick's been particularly pronounced over the last few months, and I'm constantly wary of my hair thinning, which makes it all the more fun for Rie, my hairdresser, to make comments about it. Richie, my 25 year old bald friend, assures me I'm doing fine. Whatever.

I'm an old fart. I'm senile and am going grey. Sweet action. Lol.