On the plus side, you wouldn’t get arrested if you dated someone half your age.
You know you are getting old when…
you want to participate in this thread
but you were born before the “top ten” started.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=71014
I was talking to a customer on the phone a while back, an obviously younger woman named Jennifer. I had started to refer to her casually as “Jenni-poo”. She asked me one day why I called her Jenni-poo, so I related my affection for WKRP in Cincinnati to her, and how Herb Tarlek called the receptionist Jenni-poo…her response.
Oh yeah, my Dad told me about that show.
to add to the “hatred of teenagers”:
Thinking to yourself “Don’t they know how stupid they look dressed that way?” when you dressed just as stupidly, only in a different way in your time.
Seeing several teenagers in a group and for some reason it makes you nervous. (Must be one of them gangs!)
I’m pretty much hours away from getting a cane to shake at whippersnappers. “You kids get out of my yard!”
I think George Carlin said that a sure sign that you’re getting old . . .
. . . is when you leave the same smell in the bathroom that your parents used to leave.
It’s all downhill from the first time you say, “When I was you age…”.
And lose your grasp of English
I remember when rock was young,
me and Susie had so much fun.
Holding hands and skimmin’s stones…
Woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off, I sat and wondered,
Started humming a tune from NINETENN SIXTY TWO!
Ain’t if funny how the night moves.
Will you need me,
Will you still feed me,
When I’m Sixty Four.
(You old coot, you’ll never be 64 again!)
When all of the a******* who used to argue that FDR knew about Pearl Harbor are dead and you are happy so that you don’t have to listen to that crap again, and so you can whine about how Bush should have known about 9/11
I have decided when this happens, I shave.
The day I came home from work, grabbed the paper, sat on the loo and started to read the sports section. I was “officially” old.
The kidney stone was a wake-up call for old age too.
Shit, sounds like I’m old and i’m not even 21 yet.
I can’t wait to go to bed (in fact, even though I’m a junior in college, I have never pulled an all-nighter. Ever. It’s more important to me to get enough sleep).
I don’t like going out to do stuff Friday or Saturday night.
My joints crack like the dickens (course, I’ve injured them numerous times).
I’m now called “ma’am” (eep! Even though my 8 year old cousin refuses to believe i’m older than 16, heh).
I find teenagers to be vapid and irritating.
And I get exhausted by 10 pm.
I truly began to feel old when I turned on the local oldies station and heard “November Rain,” which came out during my junior year of high school.
You’re gettin’ ol when:
The phrase “Remember when…” was 20+ years ago -
and always asking “where’d the time go”
or you start conversations with “When I was your age…” or
“If I had to do it all over again…” and finally
“If I knew then what I know now”
Some Baby Boomers may have fond memories of the Good 'ol Days too.
I heard the Boston song More Than a Feeling on the radio tonight, and thought to myself, “Man, this song really rocks.”
Wow, I feel great! I was getting a bit bummeb by being 41, but you guys make me feel better.
I can bench press more than my weight.
Only a few grey hairs (and only on my head)
Hot guys flirt with me in bars (although my boyfriend quickly puts a stop to that)
I STILL get carded.
Woo HOO, I’m YOUNG!
Oh, and my boyfriend is 17 years younger than me
And I trim my own eyebrows and ear hair.
I woke up this morning and stayed un bed, supine, for a FULL HOUR because I knew the process of getting vertical was going to hurt so badly. And I was right; after I got vertical I sat there for about two minutes, swearing like a sailor.
[sub]Then again, I appear to have a pinched nerve in my neck; but I imagine this is what it’ll be like every day when I get REALLY old. (I’m 31.)[/sub]
**voguevixen wrote:
Thinking to yourself “Don’t they know how stupid they look dressed that way?” when you dressed just as stupidly, only in a different way in your time.**
How about their HAIR!! Ghods, don’t they know how silly their hair looks? Pink? Green? Blue? What is it with kids these days!
At this point, I realized I’d turned into my father… sigh
Ear and nose hair is a bummer. It seems to fall off my head and grows in those places. I sure don’t heal as fast anymore and there are some constant aches and pains. I do look forward to those mid-day naps.
When I look at the dash of my '65 ford pickup and see that 8-track tape player in that still works…and remember when 8-tracks were it!
I need so much more sleep. This is something recent. Two years ago, I could go by on 5 hours a night on weekdays, and 7 hours a night on weekends.
If I try that now, I’m wrecked all day. Like now.
Damn, a midday nap sounds delicious, and it’s only 9:30. Ack.