A few years ago, I got as a free copy of a soundtrack for some tween movie. You know, one of those compilation of pop songs type of soundtracks.
I read the first column, (the artists) and then I read the second column (the songs), then I realized that not only did I not know any of them I wasn’t even sure which column was the song titles and which was the band names.
I have that experience sometimes looking at world-music compilations. It’s slightly less disorienting when neither list is in English, though. 
When I saw a recent photo of Mick Jagger, and realized I sooo wouldn’t do him. Or anyone else; thanks to the estrogen-stripping powers of menopause. I don’t mind the grey hair so much, it’s the black wiry ones that escape from the SO and try to hide on MY CHIN!!!
Gravity becomes your nemisis when it encourages your (previously) fun-bags to reach down and shake hands with your navel. Most undignified, really.
Huh?
I’m guessing that he meant that there is no horizon anymore courtesy of the internet and international flight.
I’ve had grey hairs since I was in my mid or late 20’s. I say it was my ex-wife that caused them.
Now I’m starting to get some in my beard and moustache. ACK!
When friends announce they’re pregnant, I now say “Oh, congratulations!” instead of “Oh, shit!”
Purchasing my first blood pressure monitor, and starting to fill out the little log card that my doctor has begun to demand.
(It’s snuck up above the normal range, occasionally popping up into “high”.) 
Words from my Mom: “You think that’s bad, wait 'til your kids start complaining about getting old!”
One of them is.
I’d trade all of them complaining, if I could be sure my knees would unbend every time I stand up.
That’s what you say, buddy. :dubious:
I still go for the daughter 
Pervert me
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Last night. 9pm. I announced, without a hint of irony, ‘‘Oh my god, I am so excited that I am going to bed right now! I can’t wait to sleep!’’
I’m 24.
Jebus honey, you got problems.
Now get off my freakin’ lawn
After a recent (as in end of 2007) ad project with a spirits distributor, I found the subject of whiskeys immensely interesting and decided to start learning more about them.
Around the same time, my office had a company trip to Guam that included a golf match between most of the employees. I also found this to be a lot of fun and have since put together a full set of equipment and done a few rounds with co-workers.
Right about when I was buying a pair of golf shoes I said to myself: “my new hobbies for this year are single-malt whiskey and golf. Man, I hit this middle age thing head-on, didn’t I?”
Oh well, I’m enjoying a 15-year-old bottle of Black Adder Raw Cask that my wife gave me for Christmas, so what’s to complain about?
As a 41 year old guy, I’ve had salt and pepper hair (on the sides) for about 10 years and a sprinkling of grey on the top. I think it looks good, but what really made me feel old is when I found a single grey pube a few weeks ago…
Eric
You really do enjoy cuddling more than doing it.
That happened to me at Arby’s once. I wasn’t even 50 yet. My wife called me “dearie” the rest of the day.
Not-so-subtle sign: You’re going to be a grandparent.
More-subtle sign: You’re excited about it.
Even less subtle: you know women who are grandmothers who you think are hot.
Brings back one of Jack Nicholson’s character in *The Bucket List’ *s philosophies of life: “Never trust a fart!”
I call that “projectile farting”. You read it here first.
The signs (I am rapidly approaching 40):
You read your college alumni magazine, and find that there are many buildings or other objects around campus that are now considered to be of ancient dignity and heavy with the memories of passing generations of students–and they were built or put there after your time.
I fully expect that if I make a visit to the zoo when I’m in my 70s, I’ll be amazed at the turtles zooming by.
Other signs?
– Figuring you can make do without your glasses, then finding yourself holding books, newspapers, and other documents at arms length so the letters on the page don’t blur.
– Not walking up the moving escalator in the subway. And being thanked by your knees.
– At Christmas, instead of the Supertech XJ-3000 surround sound system, with 500 watts of power, THD measuring +/- 0.000003 dB, 16-channel graphic equalizer, and six-way speakers; you’d rather get a sweater.