People born in 1992 drive themselves to work. People born in 1994 apply for employment at my store all the time.
If you came over to USF, you wouldn’t stick out at all. 30 is completely in the middle for us.
I’m 46, my two closest friends are 30 & 27. They remind me all the time.
{points and laughs at the old person} HA HA!
Well, I’m supposed to be pretty young as it is (24… nearly 25, ack!) but you notice things… things like my sister law, who I met when she was 12, who is about to graduate high school. And who attended a concert featuring Jet, a band I’d never heard of, with special guest Oasis, a band SHE’D never heard of.
Then there’s the fact that I’m ready to go to bed by 9pm. Not that you have to drag me kicking and screaming, but that I actually get excited about bed-time.
Then there’s the simple fact that I meet married, mature adults and find out they are younger than me. And I’m called ‘‘ma’am’’ now. I actually find it kind of patronizing to be called ‘‘Miss.’’
Someone mentioned it once on this board before, but something happens to way you perceive time as you get older. When I was in elementary school, the Holocaust and the Civil Rights Movement happened an eternity ago. Now that I’m older, it feels like yesterday, the instant before I was born. Heck, even the founding of the U.S. wasn’t so long ago, if you really think about it.
Couple of things I can mention right off the bat.
Two years ago, when I was 42, I went to Dairy Queen on the way home and got a Dilly Bar as a surprise for one of my kids. I thought the teenaged counter person had rung it up incorrectly, because the price was lower than I expected, and I had the usual amount of change counted out and ready. Before I could speak, she answered my questioning look by saying, “I gave you the senior citizen’s discount!”, as if I was about to tell her I was being cheated. I was getting over a cold and looked a bit gray around the gills, but senior citizen’s discount? Ouch.
I had my third child when I was 43, and people who don’t know me assume he is my grandson all the time. I tell them not to worry about it when they feel embarrassed upon learning he’s my own baby. After all, I am old enough to be his grandma. He keeps me young, I just don’t always look that way. 
Ouch! OTOH I sometimes get chatting to women who look more or less my age with a baby or toddler in tow, and gradually realise that they are their grandchildren, not their children. As a relatively older (44) mother of a 7-year old, it makes me feel OLD. If they pick up on my initial confusion, it probably makes them feel good to have been mistaken for their grandchild’s mother.
My father, a retired school-teacher in his eighties, was stopped in the street recently by an ex-pupil, now young-middle-aged, for the usual small-talk and thanks. He didn’t recognise him, as is so often common - he must have taught many, many thousands of kids.
As Dad was inwardly reflecting on the age of his ex-pupil, and the passings of the years, the guy mentioned that Dad taught his (the ex-pupil’s) father too. Ouch.
Can’t remember the Doper who said this -
I wish I still thought that was funny.
Regards,
Shodan
I realized recently that my eldest daughter, who just turned three, is separated from her college years by fewer years than I am. :eek:
Also, we just had this exact conversation:
[3-yr-old-daughter]: “Daddy, I’m 3 years old!”
Me: “That’s right, now you’re 3.”
[3yod]: “And next year I’ll be… (holds up four fingers)… 4 years old!”
[3yod]: “And then I’ll be… (holds up five fingers)… 5 years old!”
…(this continues until she gets to)…
[3yod]: “And then I’ll be… (holds up all fingers)… 10 years old! That’s a big number. Daddy, are you ten years old?”
Me: “No, I’m 38 years old.”
[3yod]: (Eyes wide) “That’s a HUGE number!”
Me: “Yeah, I suppose it is.”
Sigh.
Some of my highschool mates are already grandparents…
My SO has younger kids than I do - it’s not so easy to keep up with them sometimes!
Hours and hours of sex at one time, I just cant do anymore… however, I have found quality is much more satisfying than quantity.
I am auditioning for a play at my community college next Tuesday. I talked to the director about it today, and we agreed (reasonably) that having me play the lead is pretty much out of the question - because where would he find someone ten years older than me to cast as an older supporting character?
Sigh.
I understand that the decision makes sense, and I’m not upset about it… but it still makes me feel almost as old as actually listening to the “conversations” my classmates have amongst each other.
Just wait til you’re teaching your student’s children.
I was typing on my IBM Selectric when a friend’s 4 year old daugher asked in a hushed voice “Is that a typewriter?” Image the tone I would use to see someone drive up in a horse and buggy.
A 16 year old was amazed at how much I knew about The Beatles. And she’d never heard of “Jesus Christ Superstar.”
Ah, I’m still young! I’d eat McDonalds and sit on a rock and still be happy as long as there’s the sex. Of course, eating that crap and sitting around all day will drive my cholesterol through the roof, and the wrong parts would be stiff (oof, my back. I’ll be with you in a minute honey, just gotta take my arthritis medicine)
That has lieu written all over it.
Waking up in pain not cause I got wasted the previous night and jumped off our porch again on a dare, but just because.
I can’t believe one day I’ll have to tell my child what, “the G’s with the 40’s and the chicks wit beepers” means.
I did that when I was around 18 or 19.
I see a lot of people who feel old when they’re called “sir” or “ma’am”. Don’t live in the South, then. I don’t like Mrs. Mylastname, but around here it’s commonplace to be called Miss Myfirstname or Mr. Firstname.
A couple of weeks ago I managed to hurt myself getting out of bed. 
No vigourous motions were involved, either. It was very embarassing explaining that one to people when I wasn’t able to work that day.
My best friends son and my daughter are about the same age we were when we met.
That makes me feel old.
It occurred to me today while listening to music that when the song was originally recorded, the singer was 5 years older than me… and now I’m 5 years older than the singer was at the time of recording.
And then I thought about that for every song that played for the rest of the drive home.