Get a second opinion! Seriously. I don’t know about tendonitis but neck pain isn’t caused by aging.
you take pills to soften up your hard old arteries, and other pills to harden up your soft old artery…
You think about the “Here-After” a lot (you wander into a room , and think… “Now what while I was here after?”
When you bend down to tie your shoe, you check to see if there is anythiong elese to be done, as the trip was so long and painfull
When you were a teen ager, getting balled was important… Now getting Bald is important
Kids today! Their music is stupid, pontless and has no meaning, now when I was a kid, songs were real, and had important messages…
The term “Annuity transfer into RRSP on a accellerating bias ratio” becomes important
You have all the toys you wanted as a young adult but are too tired to play with them
10 PM is a real late bedtime…
6 AM is "sleeping in… not that I slepty… 16 trips to the washroom… mumble mumble groan
Damn newspapers and telephone books, print gets smaller and fuzzier each yr
regards
FML
I had a kid ask me a few years back what I did during World War II. Well, kid, during the second year of the war I was kind of busy being born, okay?
Picking a nightclub: 10 years ago, I looked for the one where I was likeliest to meet girls. 10 years ago, I looked for the one with the coolest band.
Now I look for the one with the least-filthy restroom…
Okay, slight hijack here…
Is ma’am that bad? Maybe it is just me, but since I was able to work, anyone who was a customer was called Ma’am or Sir, unless I knew a name, then it was a choice between the two. I am not old (21) and I know that these people were not old, but while I was working I thought it showed respect (given, I was told this by others, as well, but when you’re 16 and your job is in retail, respect is a nice way to be noticed as a good worker, plus it’s polite!)
I realize I got into the habit of doing this outside of work as well, but honest, I never thought it would make someone feel old.
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Also, I am young (21) and I hold a disdain for clubs, “popular music” (I find it neither popular nor music, in most cases). Plus, I am damn near blind! (20/80) so I need glasses for mostly everything. I want to promise you that felt old through this thread, either I am a nerd, or I am old as well…so feel a little less old! heh…
Brendon Small
The first time I felt old was earlier this summer at the Point Mugu airshow when I caught myself thinking that some of the soldiers/airmen looked young.
Most recently, watching the Dodgers-Angels game the announcer mentioned that the releiver’s (Jonathon Braxton) birthday is tomorrow. And he’ll be my age.
How about when you realize most of those nose hairs are now grey?
I’m impressed that a four-year-old even knows what a typewriter is.
When I realized how freakin’ old (or dead) my parents’ favorite actors and singers are: Paul Newman, Redford, Johnny Mathis, Jennifer Jones, the Redgraves . . . it was a major weird-out when Carson died. These celebs were always the ageless grown-ups to me.
Knees and ankle joints creaking and popping.
You start to become cranky…
When the young teenaged counterperson at Dairy Queen gave me the “senior discount” on my Dilly bar. I asked her why it rang up cheaper than normal, and she told me it was because of my senior discount. I was 42 at the time. Ouch!
I’m 43 and I have an eight month old baby son, who people sometimes assume is my grandson!
A few days ago, the carnival was in my town, and they were playing quaint old 1970’s disco hits at one of the rides. I realized I was getting old when I recalled that I was already a teenager when these songs were on the radio for the first time. 
For me… this summer, um, it wasn’t so quaint. I realized how old I’ve gotten or how much times have changed when the carnival speakers were blasting rap music. I remember - ten years ago - Born to Be Wild, Candy by Mandy Moore, just Rock n’ Roll and Pop Music. Somehow I don’t think riddin’ real low, go wit flow, on the show… is appropriate for a children’s carnival.
- You get the senior discount at a restaurant without asking for it.
- You make those funny grunting noises every time you get out of the car.
- You look in the mirror and see your grandfather staring back at you.
- You finally write the check and send in the AARP membership because, frankly, the Early Bird Special looks pretty darn good.
- The prostate exam is the closest thing to real sex you’ve had in two months.
- The ages of women who qualify as “hot babes” span a half-century.
- Those stupid Velcro-closure shoes start to make some sense.
- You don’t check to see if other Dopers have already entered things on your list because, honestly, you don’t have that kind of time any more.
The local “Oldies” station plays music that was released when you were in High School.
It’s not that the mothers are more interesting than the daughters, its that the daughters would laugh hysterically at you for even thinking that a fossil like you had a chance with one of them.
I had one of those yesterday. At work they had some '80s station on, and it occurred to me that this stuff was released generally 20ish years ago. When I was a kid 20 years ago, the stuff MY PARENTS liked from when they were kids was…about 20 years old. And at that point they were already calling that stuff “oldies.” But it wasn’t that long ago, was it? 20 years…okay, a while, but not all that long, right?
Oh dear. My 19-year-old coworker didn’t understand. He will in another ten years or so. (I’m 31.)
I don’t understand all the boo-hooing when they talk of veteran athletes at the “twighlight of their careers”. After all, pro sports is mainly a young person’s game. It’s not as if they’re talking about veteran lawyers, engineers, or programmers at the twilight of their careers and they’re only 35.
My right knee hurts for no apparent reason. It’s been hurting off and on for a few weeks now, feeling like it needed to “pop” back into place. I mentioned it to my sister, who matter-of-factly advised me that I needed to get glucosimene for my arthritis.
It had never occurred to me that it could be arthritis. That’s what old people get.
Besides, how am I supposed to find the damn glucosimene when all the print on the bottles is so stinking small?? (stupid aging eyeballs)
How come if my body is decaying I still feel so…gauche, just like I did in high school? There is no justice!
When you cuss at older drivers and then realize that you are, in fact, an older driver. Possibly older than the ones you cuss at.