Mine is learning about history. Young’uns don’t give a rat’s buttocks about what caused the onset of WW I, how long the Roman Empire lasted, or who the sixth President of the U.S. was. Neither did I, back when I was forced to ingest such useless info.
But now? I can spend an hour or two on the innertubes learning about how folks rushed to Australia in the 1850s in search of gold.
Whatta ya got?
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I had a very low tolerance for nature walks as a young kid, but now I quite enjoy them.
Older women. 'Nuff said. :leer:
Not to be pedantic, but… if we old folks enjoy something now we’re old, how does that show that it’s not only for old folks?
Well, I never claimed activity X is only for old people, just that youngsters think it is.
I am also not saying that they are wrong.
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When I had a job interview (aged 21), I was asked if I had any questions and replied
“What is the pension like?”
The interviewer said that was the best question he’d ever had in a job interview 
- and I got the job. 
So I don’t know if it counts, but I am currently enjoying an excellent pension. 
I don’t know if this counts but I love going to bed early and getting up early now. I’m 62 and if someone told me 40 years ago to go to bed by 9pm and get up at 5am, I’d think they were nuts and old.
Metamucil
I’ve certainly eaten / drunk it, but I’m not sure I’d call that “enjoyment” though. I’s not part of my current eating / drinking repertoire and has not been for years.
To me, ‘old’ has always been 10 or more years older than I am currently
Pension? I thought most US companies threw out pension plans in favor of 401Ks years ago. Either you must work outside the US, or for a generous company. In any case, congrats to you!
I’ll steal this one as my old-personism, though I was originally trained in early to bed, early to rise by my kids when they were little tykes, and I was still young-ish.
Now that my kids are grown, it’s eased up somewhat, though sleeping in till 9am on a weekend morning is an unusual thing that makes me feel like half the day is already gone, when in my 20s I would routinely sleep in until noon on weekends.
Griping about the young people.*
*more specifically, whiny angst-ridden singers in footie pajamas who dominate soundtracks in stores and restaurants.
I’m more interested in history than I used to be. But I’m over 50 now, so is it just a matter of having become one of those old folks?
Part of my increased interest, I think, is because it’s so much easier to get info than it used to be. 35 years ago, if I wanted to learn about the roots of WW1, I would have needed to visit a library, navigate the card catalog system, track down potentially relevant books, and page through those books to look for specific passages that would hopefully be responsive to my curiosity. Now I can just get on my computer from the comfort of my own home (or on my phone from damn near anywhere in the world, including from the cabin of an airliner in mid-flight) and have access to all the info I want, all in a format that’s easily browsed and easily searched. It’s taken the drudgery out of satisfying my curiosity.
Not just nature walks, but any walks.
Not all companies did away with pensions, I started at Bose in 2001 and they still have a pension today. In fact I have been collecting mine for 5 years now and have rolled my 401K over to my new employers plan. So yes, I enjoy this.
Another thing I enjoy that I didn’t think I would enjoy when I got older is new music. While I am more selective of what I listen to I do enjoy many of the new artist. Thought I’d be listening to the 70’s groups for the rest of my life when I was younger, but now they kind of bore me since they have been overplayed all of my life.
Our kids were trained to sleep in on the weekends when they were little - not as babies of course. I remember that sleeping until 10am was a normal thing on a weekend. To get up any earlier was a ruined weekend. Of course we stayed up until at least midnight back then. It makes me sick to think of it now. During the week, I’m up at 5 to walk the dogs before work. I automatically wake up at the same time on the weekends. Once in a great while I’ll “sleep in” until 6. I feel like my day is totally messed up. And to stay up late watching TV…I just can’t do it.
I’ve always been an early riser, though I’ve often had stuff to do on Saturdays. When I was a kid it was judo lessons or somesuch, and I also had a paper route for a few years, then other part-time jobs. Once I entered the dull office working world, I just can’t switch off the circadian alarm clock on weekends and unless I genuinely wore myself out the night before, I’m awake before it’s civilized. On the rare occasions that I’ll wake up on a weekend and see a time later than 10AM, I’m genuinely shocked.
But back to the subject at hand…jazz. Never liked it as a kid, and the stuff my dad listened to sounded godawful (Jarret’s the Koln Concert sounded like someone banging his face off of the keys). A few years ago I picked up Miles’ On The Corner based on a friend’s recommendation and loved it, then also gave Mingus a try. I’m definitely not a connoisseur, but I can somewhat appreciate it now.
Metamucil (I’m with TriPolar)
Early dinners
Genealogy
History museums
Nuts only if they’re not hard
Recliners
Scotch, GOOD scotch. This is one of those things you get what you pay for.
Maintaining a nice lawn.
(Insert get-off-my-lawn remark here)
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naps.
Sweet jazz. I thought that Lawrence Welk style stuff was for people in retirement homes who had nothing else to do but watch TV all day.
Nowadays, I still don’t like to listen to more than a few full length songs per year, but I love it in pop or pop-psychedelic songs from the turn of the 70s that have snippets of way over-produced, mushy-sounding horns in them.
The main test case for me is Blood Sweat and Tears’ versions of “You Made Me so Very Happy”. I had been enjoying these songs for several years when I remembered hearing YMMSVH on the radio decades ago, and remembered that it had just the horns I was looking for. But the version that I found YouTube had the horns mixed to be hotter and sharper sounding. That was okay, but I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, or else the way it sounded on the radio back in the day made it sound sweeter.
But then when I tried to relisten to it, I couldn’t find that version, but the version I found had the sweet jazz production that I remember and I was overjoyed. Conclusion: I like syrupy, muted jazz additions to songs which I previously discarded as being way too boring and old-person for my tastes.