Of greys and greying

Seems like greys don't only always exist on your head. They're IN your head too.
Just the other day I was thinking- I've become so rigid in my views! I lament my parents and inlaws being so set- and here I am- half their age and already displaying family traits!
I have a certain way of doing things and I hate it when someone upsets my applecart.
My whole day is wasted just because someone else has kept some inconsequential object in a new place- for eg., the toothpaste tube. In my quest to find it I've already wasted ten seconds of my precious time- seconds that don't matter much anyways nowadays since I have no urgent meetings or tearing hurry to get to work. Yet it has spoilt my morning and I sulk over my morning cuppa as well.

I've noticed something else.
Earlier I knew each detail of anything. Take the toothpaste tube, for example. I knew it's contents, MRP & Batch no and where it was manufactured.
Now, I don't give a damn.I just want my brand that's all. Not that this 'earlier' phase was aeons ago- just a few years, maybe. When did I start getting so careless?
Maybe it ain't carelessness- it's that I have hundreds of other toothpaste- like details in my head and cramming another seemingly useless one- when I have more important ones- like the servicing of the water purifier- doesn't make sense to my differential memory process.


Or maybe, just maybe, I AM growing old!