I’m 25. I’m still relatively inexperienced (innocent or naive are maybe better words) in the ways of the world so most days I feel about 8 years old. 14 years of freestyle skiing (moguls or bumps) has really taken it’s toll on my hips and knees so physically, I feel about 80. It’s a rather odd combination really.
Sidenote - in case anyone who has read other posts is wondering and thought that I snowboarded, I split my time between skiing and boarding.
I am 29, most days I feel older than I am (mid thirties range) because of life experiences. When im having lots of fun I feel like im in my early twenties. Recently my mom who just turned 55 two days ago can’t believe shes that old because she doesnt feel that age as she remembers her father at that age being very frail…go figure.
I wondered if David Simmons was going to show up here. I’m sorry to hear you feel your age, Dave, but I can’t be sure whether or not you mean that semi-humorously, or if you always feel 80 or not.
I’m 63 and depending on what aches and pains do or don"t strike me on any given day, I may or may not physically feel my age.
But I NEVER mentally feel 63. I vacillate somewhere between 18 and 35. I’m silly and absurd almost all the time and wouldn’t have it any other way. I get a lot of “shouldn’t you be acting your age”? looks when my SO and I go out and my answer is (silently) “NO, and mind your own business”!
I’m 62. This morning I feel much older, but that’s because I worked an eleven hour day yesterday. What’s worse is that I have to report to work at 5:00AM for what promises to be another long day. I usually feel like I’m in my thirties.
I’m 42, and physically feel older than dirt. Arthritis sucks.
Mentally, I vacillate widely. Generally I feel ancient compared to surrounding immaturity, until my kids regularly remind me that I’m really just making this all up on the fly.
Well, feeling 80 isn’t all bad. What I referred to is that, for example, my coordination and balance are not all that great. I have a slight onset of macular degeneration, especially in my left eye. Arthritis is a problem and it takes me a while to get loosened up so I can walk reasonably well. My right knee is out of kilter and surgery was ineffective.
However I can still walk 9 holes of golf, although I’ll admit our local course isn’t hilly. And I only do it 1 or 2 days a week.
All in all though things aren’t bad. I have been to an awful lot of funerals of people who didn’t get to be 80.
I am 957 years old. At least, that’s how I feel. I have this nasty cold/flu thing, and my body aches and I make old lady noises when I get up. And again when I sit back down. And I don’t want to go to work today.
I’m 32, but I feel 47. Here’s why…
When I was 21, I felt like I was 21. But then it felt like I stayed 21 for about 6 years. Then for about a year, I inexplicably felt like I was about 33 (but in a good way) then some Bad Things Happened to me, and I went back to feeling like I was 17 for about 4 months, then 21 again. That time, though, I only felt 21 for about 5 months, after which I felt like I was 17 again for a few weeks, 21 for a few days, and then about 20 for six months or so, then back to 21 for another 6 months. Then, for about 3 months, I felt like I was 73. It was awful. Following this, I must have been about 28 or 29. I really can’t remember. Anyways, I actually felt 28 or 29. That lasted for about a year or so. Then we had a baby, and I went from 31 (my age at baby’s conception) to 47 (my current age, indexed and multiplied by my new and wonderful responsibilities) in 13 months.
I’m 26, but I’ve been told I look like I’m 16 and act like I’m 30ish. I’d hate to be a teenager again, too much angst at that time in my life. Physically I feel about 25ish I guess.
I’m 28. Today, I’m feeling about 17. I don’t want to be here. I want to cut out of here, go to Burger King, and spend the rest of the day playing video games and napping.
Most of the time, I fluctuate between feeling 21 and 25. It helps to have a young boyfriend. (He’s 24, and won’t be 25 until I am well past 29.)
I’m 43, and I don’t feel a day over eight. I still get giggle fits about the silliest stuff. The more stern looks I get, the funnier it seems. Except, I don’t wet my pants anymore. When I really was eight, my best friends and I used to laugh so hard we literally peed in our draws.
I find the the most frustrating part of ageing is when you get to the point where the inside and the outside don’t match. One day you wake up, head for the bathroom, look in the mirror and find some strange middle-aged person staring back at you. That happened to me in my mid-forties. “Who is that old broad and what’s she doing in my bathroom??!!”
My body is 60 but my mind still thinks I’m somewhere in my early 30’s. It helps that I’m a physically strong person, I guess, so I my mind doesn’t have pesky physical limitations to help it calibrate its true age. At this rate I’ll be in my 90’s before I feel like 60. ::knocks on wood::
BTW, IMHO you’re not a bona fide adult until at least 30.
I’m 48. Physically I feel 48. Nothing is wrong, but it’s not like I’m 25 anymore, and so what. This quest to stay young is crazy. We are what we are. However, emotionally, or my maturity level is probably different. Sometimes I think I stopped maturing at about age 28. Hell, maybe 18. But I should put a more positive spin on it – and just say I have a young attitude