Wow. The only people I knew who were married or had kids at 24 were the high school sluts who accidently got themselves knocked up.
At 24 my friends and I were in a shore house with 20 people getting drunk every weekend and thought we were “old” because we had jobs and half the kids in the clubs were kids still in school.
Some subtle signs I’m getting older (since at 35, I am still routinely mistaken for 25):
-The last thing I want to do is go out drinking with my 20-somthing year old coworkers. I’d rather drink with my 30-something coworkers and not have to worry about things like their lack of money, common sense or any kind of “game”
-Occasionally I run into girls I hooked up with in high school or college and realize they are now married with kids
-There are more and more “decade playlists” in my iPod
You and me both (all the stuff, and the age, except my tendonitis is in my hips). I don’t have the bifocals yet, but I’ve noticed a distinct tendency to hold things further away from my eyes to focus on them.
You and me both. Except, of course, god having the twisted sense of humour she has, I feel great except for my hormones going completely haywire. Yay perimenopause! :mad:
Oh, geez. Me, too! Freaked me out the first time I heard it. What’s bugged me more than anything, though, is slowly losing my close-up vision. I think I’ve hated that more than the other various aches and pains. I’ll be ordering bifocals in a few weeks.
Those daggy sandals that you used to consider Old Granny Orthopaedic footwear suddenly make an appearance in your closet because, damn, they ARE comfy.
You wonder if they still sell girdles/corsets like your mum used to wear in the 50’s because you’re really not all that keen on going on a diet to curb the middle-age spread.
You toss up whether to save some money to go on an overseas trip, or whether you should put it into your Superannuation fund.
A old girl friend of mine from high school complained a couple of years ago about finding 5 gray hairs. Only 2 of them were on her head.
I offered to remove the others with my teeth.
Browsing old classmates’ profiles on MySpace had pictures from all over the world with spouses, kids, etc. “Yeah we live in Chicago now.” “We just found out we’re going to have a second child.”
I gave a talk to some college kids on a China business tour for their University spring break. I realized that they have always known a flat world. Even more strange was not that I had first come to Asia before they were born, I had written my China guidebook before they were born!
I’ve had handfuls of grey hair since I was 23. I just dyed my hair today. I pluck that one bastard that grows out of my eyebrow. I lie in wait for it.
But I started getting the Rice Krispie sound in my right knee. I’m none to pleased about it, esp. since I wanted to start weightlifting again. Whatever. I’ve been a curmudgeon since I was 12.
When I took my baby son to visit my grandmother, she was more amazed at the fact that her “baby” was now a grandfather than the fact that she was a great-grandmother – and made sure she let me know that although my baby was beautiful, hers (who was standing there, age 63) was a much much more beautiful baby.
Policemen have looked young and fresh faced for a few years now - I’m used to it. Now I’m more impressed by the fact that some of my younger friends (in their 20s) were born when I was at university, and that some politicians - like the British foreign secretary and both opposition party leaders - are actually younger than me.
I’m 62. I’ve just started to collect Social Security.
Every year I dread winter more and more. Snow used to be fun.
My body: I’m sitting here, counting the number of body parts where I have chronic pain: 9. And everything either dries up or leaks, including my brain.
The younger cousins who I used to babysit for are now grandparents.
