I’ve spent the last month thinking I just turned 38 only to be informed I am in fact now 37. Somehow 3 years away from forty makes me feel a decade younger than only two. Has this happened to anyone else?
Well, I can always remember I was born in 1943 and do the math. I do need to allow for my birthday being late in the year. I am only 67 now.
Someone asked how told I was last Saturday, and I answered “uh…24”.
I remembered a little later that I’m still 23. My next birthday isn’t even for another eight months. :smack:
My birthday is 12/31, which makes doing the math easy on my age in any given year: “On the last day of [year X], I was/will be [age], so for the rest of that year I was/will be [age - 1].”
If you ask me straight up how old I am, I’ll respond with “Uuuhhh… 27?”
For some reason my brain is still insisting I’m 23.
Hah! This happened to me when I was 36. For the greater part of the year I thought I was 37 until my husband heard me state my age to someone, at which point he corrected me. It really shook my faith in my self-knowledge; I haven’t been sure of anything since then.
The entire time I was 28, there was a part of my brain that insisted I was 29. Now that I actually am 29, that little section of my brain has decided to reclaim that lost age, so it tells me I’m 28.
You can honestly tell people that you are closer to age 30 than you are to age 20. 
Ever since I took up running, I have much less trouble remembering how old I am, because I have to put my age on every race entry form, and it’s printed on my race bib.
This happened to me this year, with me thinking I was turning 39 until my son ran the math and said I was turning 38.
Ever better, when I was a kid my mother spent months fretting over the fact that she was turning 40. We were even planning a special birthday party and everything until about two weeks before the big day when someone realized she was turning 39.
So it runs in the family.
Almost the exact same thing happened to me as happened to Sudden–at the same age, in fact. In my case, I would always prepare for turning another year older by periodically reminding myself, " NEXT year I’ll be saying, ‘I’m___.’" When I was 36, that somehow morphed into, “I AM 37.” I spent 6 months thinking I was 37. Then I read an interview with Patty Hearst, who is 2 years older than I am. She said she was 38, and I thought, “What a liar!” until I did the math and realized my error. So I had 18 months of being 37, which didn’t seem so bad, once I turned 38 (for real).
A doctor asked my age last month and I said 28… five minutes later during the exam I had to say “Wait a minute, I’m 31!”
I was born in 1940 so the math is always easy to do, provided I can remember the current year, month and day. My sister is seven years older than me and I always have trouble figuring out how old she is-----you’d think it would be easy but first I have to figure my own age and then add seven to it. Getting older sucks.
I’m 32.
I’ve got my age wrong in both directions, and not just by one year.
e.g. last year I was dating a girl who was 23 and I kept thinking I was 29 and I was only 6 years older than her.
Actually I’m usually getting it right now my age is a nice, neat power of 2.
I’ll proudly tell you I’m 50, and that’s a hard number to forget.
My sister, however, has been 35 for the last 14 years. I tell her she does that because it’s easier for her to remember.
I always have to do the math. What is embarrassing is when I can’t remember the current year. When you pay bills online it doesn’t come up that often.
I tend to think I’m a year older than I am… I think that started around age 40.
I keep forgetting I’m 26, not 25. And I feel more like I’m 23.
It’s an enormous relief to me to hear that other people do this. It started right around 35 for me, and I’ve been counting on my fingers ever since. . .
Ever since 45 I’ve been hazy about how old I am. 47? 48? What’s the difference, really?
I’m another one who always has to do the math. At least 1980 is an easy year to figure from.
To remember my parents’ ages, I just have to add 30 to mine for my dad and 30 to my sister’s for my mom. It’s nice that they made it easy on me. 