I've always kind of rather looked forward to aging, especially the part where spreading grey will look like spiderwebs taking over my waist length dark hair, until when I dance in the rain during thunderstorms my streaks of grey might flash like lightning, as I cackle over the thunder (before I slip in the mud, let's be real). Unfortunately, the reality of grey hair being a little brittle is settling in, I might look more like Einstein or Phyllis Diller. Meh, that's cool, I guess.