I used to give my grandmother crap all the time because she would forget how old she was and we’d have to do the math to figure it out from her birthday… well I must be getting up there because the same thing has been happening to me for the last few years. Usually it just takes me a second to figure it out, but scares me that it isn’t instantaneous…
So tonight in chat, I was gonna say how long til I turn 30, and I blanked. I couldn’t for the LIFE of me remember if I was 27-turning-28 or 28-turning-29… I had to give my birthday to the good folks in chat and have them figure it out for me I’m so ashamed.
Dont feel bad - I do that too, and Im even younger. But then I do try to forget it (I don’ wanna grow up! Won’t! Shan’t! Can’t make me!) I just say Im turning 19…for the seventh year in a row.
It does not matter that we are descended from the apes; the important thing is not to go back. – Richard Wagner
I used to be the same way, Opal. from the age range of about 25-28. Now that I am 29 though, I know exactly when I will be 30. Now , I just have to keep the kids ages correct.
so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts. what’s so amazing about really deep thoughts? Tori Amos
I never forget how old I am, but I think it’s more because I keep having to prove it to people (ie movie theatres, Rocky managers, bookstore clerks – figure that one out!) But normally, I have one of the worst memories in recorded history. I am pretty sure that once I look older than 21, I’ll have a bit more trouble figuring out how old I am.
I have a hard time remembering how old I am sometimes too… or maybe its just denial… but there are four kids in my family, take off the oldest one and the rest of us are all four years apart… so when im in that senile moment… I calculate… and omg yes yes yes I’m 37… not bad for an old broad eh?
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
Well, until you’re 21 or so people ask your age all the time. But once one looks old enough not to be carded, the question rarely arises; it’s just not as important from day to day as it is for kids. The acceleration of time after one turns 21 (I was just 30 five minutes ago!) contributes to it, too.
So yes, it may take me a few seconds to remember how old I am – but as long as I know my phone number and where I live, I’m not too concerned
I once had a watch that said what year it was, that was helpful. And a different time, without the watch, i forgot on vacation what year ir was. it was 91 or 93, I couldn’t decide which.I was writing a traveler’s check. I was going to ask the cashier what planet this was.
Little kids tell you they are 3 and 3/4 or whatever, and then they ask how old are you?
There you have it. Opal is cool because she was born in February. That’s the month for truely great people to show up on earth.
Our two greatest Presidents did it.
I’m thirty-two, and don’t you forget it. I never do, but sometimes I have to tell my mom how old she is. BTW, I still get carded once in a while. It used to annoy me until just this past year. Now, it’s kind of flattering.
I never could get the hang of Thursdays. - Arthur Dent
I have trouble remembering how old I am sometimes, too. I think it’s because I’m at a sort of in-between age, and there’s no real milestones anymore. I’m 32, BTW. The next “event” birthday I’ll be having is when I turn 35. Then I’ll be old enough to run for President. Wow.
I can usually get it within a year. If I’m really adrift I just remember a graffiti campaign that somehow got picked up on in my part of the world that resulted in people writing “beatle for President in '88!” all over - mainly in bars (that year I was 35 and constitutionally old enough to hold the office). It’s an easy calculation from there.
I’m lucky – born in a year that ends in zero, the math is pretty easy.
However, I was never 29, nor am I currently 39. I realized that no one believes you when you give either of these ages. So I spent the year I was really 29 telling people I was 30, and laughing internally at the joke. Then as the real date approached, I found myself sweating the “lost youth” thing.
Having made it past that milestone, plus an additional 9 years, relatively unscathed, I started calling myself “40” the moment I turned 39. And it’s been pretty cool. Gives one more of an adult perspective. Life begins at 40, and all that.
Eh, you young whipper-snappers wouldn’t understand.
I’m so ashamed. 
