I turn 50 this year and almost all the hair on my head is grey. I'm an old man and you are too.
My complaint was dished out tongue in cheek, and I was waiting to be called out on it by one of the dear over 60 persons who knows my own proximity to the age. I turn 60 next month and have been treating being barely on this side of that passage as glorious! Which is relatively meaningless.

I didn't expect the 50's to be so great and feel so young!
Maybe it had rocks in it like Marco's backpack.
Brad was shaking his head at rocks in my backpack pouch, he said something about replacing the ones I'd lost out of my head. What were Marco's rocks about?
I remember going to the climbing gym with my large chalk bag and looking at all the small chalk bags and feeling like I was wearing a sweater while all the cool kids were wearing vests. At the bottom of my bag there always seemed to be, broken fragments of Pinnacles routes.