I was 26 for about 3 years. Now when I get asked I just say I was born in 1972 and let people do their own math.
Every time I am asked. I don’t always get it right, either, when I do the math. Sometimes I am not aware of the current date, and I hardly ever do the month and day calculation anyway. If someone objects, I tell them I was born on New Years’s day. So, right now, [checks current year] I am sixty.
Tris
I get it wrong fairly often. It’s a combination of not knowing what year it is currently, and not being sure which birthday just passed. And I’m only 26. (I double checked, it’s accurate)
Then again, I’m the girl who checks her watch when someone asks what day it is. And I’ve never owned a watch with a date function.
Every year another candle on the cake… but always the same message (I Bake and decorate my own cakes)
the message is
46 yrs?? (or what ever number applies)
BLOW ME!!
regards
FML
I forget when I’m not at a round number. I have no problem remembering I’m 35 but I forgot constantly between the ages of 31 and 34.
all the damn time and I’m only 15.
I blank out on everything, though. My concentration is terrible.
When talking to someone, I can figure it out real quick, but filling out forms or something… I’ll sit there and stare at the “age” space while my brain goes, “I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts… there they are a-standing in a row…”
I do it, too. I attribute it partly to the ‘that number cannot possibly relate to me’ syndrome.
I’m glad to know that I’m not the only person who loses track of what day, month, and/or year it is. I understand (perhaps wrongly) that it’s a question they ask when you’ve been in an accident to see if you have brain damage. I’d be hustled to the CAT machine pronto. I have to make myself look at the calendar and then make the date register.
As for appointments, I will remember that I have an appointment on Saturday. I will remember that I have an appointment on the 20th. It will be some time during Saturday evening that I will realize that Saturday *was * the 20th and I’ve missed one of the appointments (or scheduled them at the same time).
:smack:
All the time. I started forgetting when I was 14 or so. For me, ages and birthdays don’t matter much to me, so I really don’t think about it 'til it comes up. Usually when someone asks, they get “uhhh… um… 22?”
I’ve found I can remember my age really well. The bad thing is I’ll remember my same age for several years.
And then, once? I was told “always think of yourself as already older so you don’t fret about your birthday!” So now, any age that sticks in my mind is there for at least three or four years.
(I often did have to resort to math to figure out my age for sure anyway and I just double checked–I’m 37.)
I think I’ve been 37 for 2 years now…I’m looking forward to turning 38 when I’m 40.
(Not resort to MATH??? Oh the horror!)
Yes. I’ve got nothing to hide, I just forget.
Great! I’m not the only one!
I’m really surprised at the younger dopers checking in saying they forget too.
It gives me the impression that (weather i t be right or wrong) it has less to do with old age and more to do with “well I’m just absent minded”
This year is easy for me, but in other years - yes, very frequently. I usually err on the low side.
I recently told my doctor that I felt l like I was falling apart, that I felt ancient and broken down. (This was later diagnosed as the tail end of a nasty cold. I feel better now.) She asked me how old I was. “Twenty-seven!” I told her.
Half an hour later, I realized that I’m actually twenty-eight. Yikes.
Not nearly often enough since I turned 30 on Wednesday. Dear Og, that’s the first time I’ve seen it written out. That’s not what my age looks like!
I was born 12/60. It’s 2007, but I won’t be 47 for 11 more months. Always trips me up.
If it didn’t go and change every stinking year, I’d be more likely to remember. You just get comfortable with an age, then they go and change it on you… Besides, I rarely think about it - 35-50 is all the same, isn’t it? I suspect that I won’t notice a significant difference between 38 and 39, and 38 has turned out to be near indistinguishable from 37 (except that I can’t recite Dennis’ line - “I’m 37!” “What?” “I’m 37, I’m not old”). Where was I?
Why do you do this? I’m sort of proud of my age-- I’m stoked I made it this far.
(I’m 29, and yes, I forget that number all the time.)
A couple of months ago for some reason I agreed to take a telephone survey about something or other. I was able to easily answer every question until she gave me this really tough one:
How old are you?
I sat here for a moment with a really dumbass look on my face (glad it wasn’t a videophone!) and finally blurted out… “Oh, wait, I know this!!”
And then I remembered… I was 53.
Now I’m 54, and that seems even more incredible to me.
The ‘how old are you’? question caused an argument between a bouncer and my friend while we were out one night.
He asked her age and she told him 21, and handed over her ID. He looked at it and said “according to this your 22.”
My friend continued to insist she is 21 for several minutes, until we finally enter the bar. Two drinks later she turned to me with a look of horror and announced
“I’m 22!”
I said exactly the same thing to my doctor at a follow-up to my annual check up last month. Then she stared at me, and I wondered what the heck my brain thought it was doing.
I’m 42.
I can only think that that bizarrely wrong 27 came out of my mouth because we’d been discussing my cholesterol level a minute earlier–the number was 127 and she wants me to get it back under 100. The 27 part of it must’ve got stuck in my brain.
Or maybe there’s an odd medical condition that makes people tell their doctors they’re 27 when they aren’t. 