I’m too old (38) for pop music.
As I learned ust yesterday, I’m too old to eat half a pizza at midnight and then to expect to get a good night’s sleep.
I’m too old for drama and crisis. There has been too much of that in my life, and now I just want a lot of nice. Stability really is everything it’s cracked up to be.
I’m too old for partying like it was 1979, that’s for sure! I’m too old to care what people think of me, as well as for playing the office politics game, as mentioned above. I’m too old to care about pop culture anymore.
I just turned 47 yesterday. Hey you kids, get off my lawn!
I’m too old to give a damn what other people think.
I’m too old to waste time with pettiness.
I’m too old to be careful and conservative in my choices.
I’m too old to NOT follow my dream.
I’ll third Maureen and PapSett. (But then, I almost always agree with Maureen in matters like this. 
) And I’m 36.
I am too old to be hanging around loud bars, staying up past my bedtime, and hitting on random strangers. Not that I ever did much of that before, but I really don’t want to now.
I’m really too old for making dating a game, for that matter. If someone nice falls into my lap, I’ll go for that, but I don’t like the chasing any more. Fortunately, someone nice did recently fall into my lap.
I am too old to be dating men in their thirties, for that matter. Men in their forties really have it going on.
I am too old to let what random “other people” think stop me from doing what I want to do. If I want to wear a cowboy hat all of the time, I will, and piss on the people who think it’s out of style.
I am too old to be having babies, but fortunately I am also quite old enough to have done something about that. The thought of changing diapers again gives me the willies.
I am too old to even think about being apologetic for who I am. If I don’t fit in with society’s perception of how a woman of a certain age should act, I really don’t care.
I am too old to need an escort to do what I want to do. If I want to see a movie, not having someone to go with won’t stop me. If I want to go hunting by myself, I go (and just don’t tell my mom until I get home. She worries.)
Good thread!
I think I’m getting too old to say “I’m too young for…” about anything. (I’m 31.)
Hey–why do ya think they make Special K?
Try it–you get to enjoy your cereal but you feel like a grownup. ’ Cause the packaging is sedate, with no instructions to “use scissors to cut along tab A”.
oh, and I’m way, way too old to sit next to the kids on the roller coaster.
Amen to that. I’m 32 and there’s very little I don’t do because I’m “too old”. I have no problem out-drinking my 20 something coworkers AND getting to work the next morning by 8:30. I went on Spring Break with a bunch of my buddies who are all about the same age. I’d go to concerts but I’ve never been a huge concert guy (the whole standing around for an hour listening to the same singer thing).
I guess the one thing I’m too old for is spending every night at work until midnight. Not that I can’t and occassional I do have to. But as a regular thing, forget it. Works not that important to me.
Right on. Let sleeping bags lie, I say.
I’m too old to have sex with minors. 
Have been for quite a while, actually.
I’m too old to eat nothing but junkfood for a day, and not pay serious consquences.
I’m too old to stay up all day and all night. Pick one. Otherwise, come 1:30 AM, I’ll have my head down on the table, snoring and working on am impressive puddle of drool. If I’m going on an observing run, I have to get at least five hours of sleep in the daytime to make it through the night. And I don’t sign up for late slots at gaming conventions anymore.
I am too old to game with people I don’t like. There’s a dickhead I used to play board games with who accused me of cheating, then told me that I only win because boys like to let girls win. I stopped playing with him, and never regretted it. There are people I don’t get into RPGs with, because I’m sick of their I-always-play-the-ninja munchkinism. I used to feel like I had to play with anyone who wanted to play, because I should treat others as I would have them treat me. Now that I’m old, I have much less leisure time, and I am much more choosy about how I spend it.
At the grand old age of 29…
I’m also too old to care what people think.
I’m too old to turn my nose up at new things simply because they are new.
I am too old to deal with guys with mommy issues.
I’m too old to get irritated over trivialities.
I’m too old to bother cooking from scratch. How liberating! I raised my children vegetarian (ovo-lacto) from birth, so I’d end up spending hours a day coming up with nutritionally balanced family meals. The days of 12-hour lentil stews and homemade breads are over!
Thank the gods for Trader Joe’s.
I’m too old to play (American) football anymore.
This should have been apparent to me at the ripe pld age of 25 when I tore all the ligaments in my knee. Unfortunately, I’m not that swift, so I skipped a year to have surgery and rehab. I came back the next season, a step (at least) slower than I had been. On a bar-sponsored team that won a total of 4 games in three years (bar teams don’t always play so well on Sunday mornings), I was more a liability than an asset. That was the last organized season.
But now I’m too old for the pick up games I used to play. It used to be that I could work the kinks out of my legs and shake off the bruises in an hour or so after I got up. Now I wake up sore the next day, go through the whole day sore, and go to bed sore. The game is still fun, but it’s not worth the aftermath anymore.
I’m 36.
I’m too old to smoke. I have a wife that I really want to not be dead for.
I’m too old to be this out of shape. Again, see wife to like not to be dead for.
I might be too old to start martial arts again (especially MMA), but I’m going to anyway.
I’m probably too old to be wearing these earrings, but I like ‘em, so I’m wearin’ 'em.
And for the record, I had Strawberry Blasted Honeycombs for breakfast today.
Roommates/housemates.
Same here.
I’m too old for anything that involves standing for more than about 10 minutes, bending over for more than 5 seconds, helping anyone move ever again, and doing anything stupid just because someone “dares” me.
And camping. Definitely camping.
This past summer, I took a basic language course at my local college. The teacher was the oldest person in the class, then me, and then a 20-year-old who was going into her junior year. The rest of the class were high school students. Worse yet, the teacher taught the class like a high school course, complete with busywork, going asking the same question to everyone in the freakin’ class, and pointless. biweekly quizzes on obscure vocab which didn’t really touch the main grammar points. I lasted for about two weeks for what should have been an easy “A” and dropped the course.
I am just too old for high school shit.
I realized the other day (I’m 41) that I’m too old to bop out of the house unshowered with a baseball cap jammed down on my head. Around this time last year I could still carry it off and look carefree and girlish, but I think I had a hormonal hiccup over the winter and I’m starting to feel…well, not very girlish anymore. Now, unless I take some time to groom myself I look like a grown woman who’s letting herself go to shit.
Unfortunately, I’m feeling too old to care much about grooming :smack:
Honestly, the only thing I feel I’m too old for is Saturday morning cartoons (if they still exist). Other than that, I’m game! 