I have a sock? I didn’t know that …
Yeeeaaaah, after I turned 21 there didn’t seem to be much point in keeping track anymore. I mean, the number keeps changing - who can remember?
I have a sock? I didn’t know that …
Yeeeaaaah, after I turned 21 there didn’t seem to be much point in keeping track anymore. I mean, the number keeps changing - who can remember?
My birthday is in late December, just before Xmas. I tend to have early birthdays in my head, where I start to think I’m the age I’m going to be before I’m actually that age. Then, as my birthday gets close, I correct myself. Finally, I get lost in the Xmas festivities and forget when I my age actually changes. To sum, I think I’m a year older than I am months before my actual birthday, then correct myself and forget to change it on my birthday, so I think I’m actually younger than I am for a little while after my birthday.
I answered the age question incorrectly just the other day. I’m always a year ahead or behind. Now I answer with a question mark attached like an imbecile.
:(…27?
shit, 26, I’m almost certain this time.
Yes, it did happen to me. I thought I was 35 for the entire year, and when it came to what I thought was my 36th birthday I realized I was just now turning 35!?!?
I don’t know how I made such a stupid error, and believed it for an entire year, but now I call that the magical extra year of my life. Not many people can turn back time a full year and have it be true!
I can never remember. I have a birthday fairly early in the year so I generally just take the current year and subtract my birth year. I’m right more than I’m wrong this way.
Yes I forget my current age most of the time. It doesn’t bother me as I don’t need to know it except on special occasions. What bothers me is when I can’t figure out how old I am knowing the date.
When I was young I used to add 1 to my age, because I was one of the youngest in the class (when I was 6, everyone else was 7.)
I still sometimes do it, if I don’t stop and think.
All the freaking time. I tend to have to actually think about it. I am actually 35. I am otherwise always oriented to date, day, year, and time.
I wonder why this is?
I have to calculate it whenever I’m asked.
I’m lucky if that’s all I forget.
I’m somewhere between 37 and 39 right now. I’d have to do the math.
I have a good friend who was born about 5 months before me. I figure that when his wife throws him a 40th birthday party, I should be ready to turn 40 myself. Until then…no one will know!
-D/a
It hasn’t happened to me yet.
I do all the time. When people ask me my age. I always look at them like they asked me in foreign language. Like seriously, the moment they ask me I forget.
Nearly the whole year I was 32, I thought and told people I was 33. To make up for it, I did the same thing when I turned 34.
For the last couple of years I knew I was somewhere between 41 and 43 (inclusive), but I always had to do the math in my head to be sure. Now I’m 44, which is much easier to remember.
Sounds like there’s a natural tendency to forget about age as we reach the time of life when who we are on the inside quits matching what society tells us were supposed to feel like at that age. My guess is it’s rather common.
Interestingly, when I was younger I had no trouble remembering what age I was, but it took me a while every January to get used to remembering what year it was. Around the same time that I started getting good at knowing what year it was, is about when I started losing track of my age.
Yes. For quite a while in my 30’s my age was so unimportant that I had to do the math to figure my correct age. I see others had the same problem at the same time. When I turned 50, that was sort of a milestone year, so I had my age down. For a few years. Now I’m back to I just don’t care, and have to use the abacus if someone really needs to know my age.
Yes, I spent my 45th year thinking that I was 46 and most of this year thinking I was turning 49. I don’t really care.
That’s how I remember my family’s ages. My next brother is five years younger, sister 10 younger and other brother 17 younger. Mom is me plus 23, dad 30. and it goes on from there for aunts, uncles, grandparents etc. Of course all of this relies on remembering my own age, so who knows when the system will break down.