The thing that ticks me off about reading glasses is how they wear out in a couple of years. You’d think with the technology available today they could make a pair of damn reading glasses that don’t wear out.
An old driving buddy of mine gave me his three rules for getting old:
Never pass up an opportunity to pee
Never trust a fart
Never waste an erection
Myself, currently in battles with plantar fasciitis, going to bed with Strassberg socks looking like a straight jacket for the feet.
You all are sounding like a bunch of old wheezers.
21? Pfft! 30? 40+? Jeesh, you guys need to roll-over and die, or get out more.
I recently rolled the clock to 61. The best thing about this age is we can tell you young ones is “STF up.”
As well as tell the same to our “bosses”.
The side benefit is you can also do the same to your peers because they haven’t yet BeenThereDoneThatGotTheTshirtButBeenWashedSoManyTimesEvenThe SalvationArmyDoesn’tWantItSoFCKOffBitch. kinda thing. 
Some days that it is kind of satisfying.
Some days it’s great just to sit on the banks of your local river/lake/pond with your 10 year-old grandson and granddaughter and watch bobbers float.
I’m in my 50’s and I’ve worked hard and raised a family, and now it’s my time
…to yell “bullshit!” at the television until it’s time for bed
I shall be 72 July 2nt. This is quite a surprise to me,as is every day I wake up.
Now I have a cataract and floaters and eyelids that sag over my eyes. My eyelashes are gone but I’m growing a beard. Being female,this was not on the “to-do” list.
All the joints snap,crackle and pop. I am invisible in stores ,if I wish to be… However,very handsome men open doors and get things off the top shelf… The eyes still work if nothing else does.
I sleep as much as the cat does.
I get the same books from the Library 
And somehow my arms are getting shorter as I get older. I have to extend them out farther to read stuff on labels and such.
Lorene89095, happy early birthday! Since we share the date, what say we have a wild, blowout celebration to commemorate it? You come on over about 3 p.m., and I’ll treat you to a nice supper at Golden Corral. Then we’ll head back to the house and I’ll pop in a couple of VHS tapes of Matlock. We’ll party until the wee hours (also known as “9 p.m.” in some areas of the country), getting tipsy on Ensure and telling everybody who’s even a day younger than us how hard it was for us growing up.
It’ll be a birthday to remember. Until we forget it, which will be roughly five minutes after it’s over.
When I was much younger, I would see “old” people huffing and puffing, moaning and groaning, can’t see very well, can’t hear much, etc., etc., and I would think, "If that ever happens to me, I think I’d just go ahead and shoot myself.
What I didn’t realize is that none of the issues with aging show up overnight. Somewhere in your thirties, you might wake with a backache in the morning a few times a year. By the time you’re fifty, you can’t remember the last time your back didn’t hurt. At 65, I just ignore it and get on with whatever I need to get on with.
There is no single “straw” that breaks the camel’s back, it just keeps piling up and up.
I learned a long time ago not to say, “Well, at least it can’t get any worse,” because, guess what? It can (and usually does).
On the plus side of aging, previous generations would likely think that we’re all in pretty damn good shape for our ages. Thanks to modern dentistry, ibuprofen, proton pump inhibitors and the like, not to mention some reasonably sound advice about nutrition, exercise, and staying out of the sun, I would guess that the average 55+ year old citizen is remarkably youthful by the standards of earlier centuries. 150 years ago, I’d probably have been treating back pain with gin and Uncle Bill’s Patent Back Medicine consisting mostly of laudanum and arsenic while taking mercury pills a couple of times a day to keep regular.
This doesn’t mean I’m not looking forward to the future, when I can swig down Uncle Bill’s Patent Nanobots for Back Pain when necessary.