The other day I was talking to a group of friends of mine and the subject came up “who was older than who”.
I responded with “I’m 37. No wait… …I’m 36”
Even tho’ it was a momentary pause, the fact that I actually had to think about it; floored me.
I’m starting this thread in hopes I’m not the only one who does this.
No, but I wish I could.
–Sarah, aged 39 years, 10 months
I do it all the time and I’m not even that old.
All the time - I even get reminders from my wife…Honey are are 5 or 35…?? 
Every time someone asks me, I have to think about it for a moment before I answer.
After 21 or so, the specific number doesn’t really matter anymore.
All the time; I almost always need to calculate it from my birthdate, and often I need to check my birthdate as well to see if I got the year right. Once I got past 21 I stopped caring, so I never think about it unless the subject comes up.
I’m 38, and I did need to check my birthdate again.
I never remember offhand and always have to subtract the birth year from the current year and adjust depending on whether it is before or after my birthday. It never seemed worth paying enough attention to bother remembering.
My guess is that you’ll find a male/female bias in who always knows and who has to think about it.
When I was young I was a year younger than my school mates. I thought this was wrong so I got in the habit of telling everyone I was a year older than I really was. I was big enough to pull it off. Oddly, at the age of 45, I *still *often do it. (in fact I truthfully almost typed 46.)
All the time, ever since I was 15 and started to tell someone I was 12 and caught myself.
I always have to stop and think for a few seconds to remember.
My son was born in 2000, so he’ll always have an easy time with this.
Unless his default state turns out to be, like mine, a little hazy on exactly what year it is at any given time. I generally get it to plus or minus 1, but to get the exact year, I have to think about it…
All the time. I lied about my age for so long that I honestly forget at times.
Yes, several times.
I also sometimes say it’s April when it’s August. Have no idea why.
Worst of all, there are still times when I need to mentally hum snippets of the alphabet song when I’m searching for a word in the dictionary.
Yes
The other day I thought I was 33. But I’m 37. I have no idea what caused that flawed memory.
Memory-loss sisters!
Seriously - “How old are you?” can elicit responses from me that range from a blank stare, to a few seconds of rapid-fire calculations to figure out how old I am. Months are my enemy, I just cannot get them right and the alphabet song helps me all the time when I’m trying to remember where, say, P or N come in the alphabet.
I seem to have entered an age-blur vortex ever since I turned thirty. I’m currently 38 (I think).
Perhaps it is a consequence of having passed through a couple of iterations of youth culture, and recognising the similarities of current stuff to what was once yours, and starting to resent it a bit.
The next stage is probably irrelevance, followed by angry letters to local newspapers and then merciful death.
Closer I get to my birthday, the numbers blur a bit. I’m 43, I will be 44, may the tenses never merge.
Forget what?
I do it all the time. I tend to round up the closer I get to my birthday, so every now and then I forget that I’ve done that, and inadvertantly add another year.
One of my friends’ husband threw a surprise 40th birthday for her. She was definitely surprised because she was only turning 39… she thought. After enduring a lot of good-natured teasing about lying about her age and resisting being 40, she turned to her husband and said, “Honey, how old are you?” He said, “I just turned 45, remember?” She smacked him on the shoulder and said, “You IDIOT. that means I’m THIRTY-EIGHT!”