ahh. a reason to think I am young! I was not born when star wars came out!
When you absolutely must have a nap whenever free time presents itself. According to the wisdom of Red Green, that’s making up for all the sleep you missed as a teenager, but what do I know? I’m 16 
I noticed I was getting old when I caught my self thinking how hot looking all the school crossing ladies are.
I went to see the sex pistols reunion concert and there was a clear line dividing the young “club” audience from us “geezers” (i’m 37), the “kids” rushed up to the stage to dance and jam, the “geezers” backed up, lydon spits you know.
I was “checking out” this hot little babe at the mall one day, thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts when she turned to me asked me a question and called me “sir”.
unclviny
Heh, I was at work the other day on break with some of my younger male co-workers. They where all talking about geting together and hitting the strip clubs over the weekend; Then they asked me if I wanted to go… My answer? “Nah, I think I’ll just stay at home with the ol’ lady and rent some movies.”
Yep, I’m getn’ old. Which is fine by me becuase with age come wisdom, and if you play your cards right you can use that to your advantage.
Seeing pictures of folks at my high school reunion this past summer and wondering who all the old farts were.
I’ve had my first (and second, and thirtieth) gray pubic hair. I think I can face anything now.
When my daughter starting dating. She’s now a college graduate but not yet married.tick tock tick tock
I got my first bifocals this month. sigh
A friend asked me how I spent my Saturday a few weeks ago. My answer: knitting, listening to A Prairie Home Companion, cooked a bit…
Sweet Jebus! I’m only 21! What the heck am I gonna be doing when I’m 70?
And my frown lines (I’ve started calling them ‘concentration lines’) are really starting to show. Stupid college.
I knew I was getting old when I realized I actually looked forward to going to bed.
My knees tell me whether it will rain or not. Scary since I’m only 32.
When little kids started calling me “Sir.”
That hurt.
Hell, mine have been doing that since my early 20s - And the big toe on my right foot (which I’ve broken twice).
Signs that told me I was getting older:
Waking up on my 30th birthday with sciatica (that was the birthday gift that just keeps on giving).
Going from 3 grey hairs in my beard to what looks like several hundred, all within the last couple of years.
Having my blood pressure go through the roof - 150/100 last week! Yay me!
Needing physio to try and ease the constant pain in my back, shoulder and knees.
A pathological urge to smash the telly if Top of the Pops or MTV are on.
An intense hatred of teenagers.
2003 will bring my 45th high school class reunion. Sad to say but quite a few of my old friends are dead and gone. I realized I was old when I started hearing about guys I had known all my life dying of heart attacks.
Talking to people (say, in a bar), only to then find out that they were, like, three years old when Holland won the European Championships in 1988.
Grey hairs don’t bother me. Nor does the fact that I’ll be 30 in 2 months. But dammit, if I look at the weekly Top 40 these days, I often only recognise 5 or 6 songs. THAT used to be different alright.
The smell of brimstone…
Hee-hee! That reminds me of one of my most embarrasing moments. You see, there’s a relatively young (mid/late 30’s) and very cute crossing guard at the middle school (junior high) a couple miles from where I live. My wife likes to tease me about my generalized love of women; one day, she was telling me that I’d drive miles out of my way if I thought I’d see a cutie. I responded, “Yeah-if I get out of work early enough that school is still letting out, I always make a point of driving by the middle school on Wheatland.”
You can explain a comment like that until you’re blue in the face, but it can never succeed in erasing that first impression …
I seem to have grown a spare set of eyelids. No, really, they are doing a major droop these days. Not enough sleep, or maybe I should stop wearing that eye mask to bed. 11 or 12 hours of constricting fabric around the eyes might be the culprit.
(yeah, I go to bed real early)
I was in the subway station the other day and some guy with a guitar was singing “Take it to the Limit.” I was sort of appalled to hear four teenaged girls trying (and failing) to figure out who sang it.
Then my friend pointed out that I was about two years old when the song came out. :eek:
Last night, I did NOT get carded when I ordered a glass of wine at a restaurant. Eeeek!