I was thinking about my eyebrows, and how my relationship with them has changed over the years.
I used to spend so much time on them, and now I largely ignore them. Because they used to grow like crazy, and now they don't. They hardly ever grow. They're sparse, and soon they'll be gray too, I suppose.
When I was a teenager, I was like some of my students who used to sit and pluck their eyebrows during my class. They'd do it for 40 minutes, and I'd think, "How much eyebrow can they have?" But it took a lot of pruning in those days to avoid the unibrow. Now, It's a snap. Now, though, I have to put pencil on them all the time or I look very unfinished.
Such is life, now, I see. Things I used to worry about, like being hairy, have shifted from eyebrows to chins. This is what it means to be retired, I see. It's one more nail in the coffin of my vanity.
