Time marches on - Or, Am I Really that OLD?!

I'm usually oblivious to the passing of time. The years between now and 1995 don't seem that many to me. The years between my youth and today, how could there be that many? Last weekend my dear friend says "Why must you always have that old school scruntchie in your hair?"

Old school? Um...

Looking for sympathy I go to work, relate the story to my co-worker, who says, "Well, the only other person I know who still wears them is my mother. Did you know that Sex in the City did a whole episode on how outdated they are?"

Outdated? ME!?

So on the way home, I think, "surely they must be wrong! I'll ask my daughter."

I pick my sixth grader up from the Boys and Girls club, casually checking out the kids there to see if I spot a scrunchie. Nope... I relate the story to my daughter, she replies with "Well, the only other person I know who wears them is A."

A. Is older than me...

We go to Wal-Mart, now I'm furiously searching for someone else sporting the offending object. Oh, there's one, oh surely she is older than me. Oh there's another, wait she has gray hair!

Yep, I've joined the outdated set. I'll admit, I never did pay much mind to what was in and what was out. I just go to the store, replace whatever it is that's worn out, and move on. Time to retire my beloved scrunchies, guess I'll wear a braid from now on, heard from my students that they aren't outdated, yet!