I just realized something else - there will never be a playboy centerfold my age. There is no longer a chance of opening up a Playboy and seeing someone I went to school with. Damn, I feel so old.
It was kind of in a good way. I remember years ago sitting down and eating half an Entenman’s raspberry-filled coffeecake by myself and there was no one to say I couldn’t do it. If I wanted to, I could. That’s when I finally felt like and adult.
When I was young everything was shared and divided equally among my siblings. There were 8 of us, so we didn’t get much and if anyone tried to get a little more they heard it from the others. When I was in college I didn’t have the money to buy things like raspberry-filled coffeecakes. Once out of school though, I had the money to buy them and I could eat the whole thing if I wanted. That was my sign that I’d stepped into adulthood.
When a guy I work with didn’t know who Abbie Hoffman
was (I’m not as old as Hoffman’s generation, but COME ON).
When my wife, a professor, had students try to remember
where they were when they heard the Challenger Space Shuttle
exploded, and none of them remembered it at all.
Hi my name is Keith, I’m not an adult, I just play one in real life. At least that’s how I sometimes feeel. We all have an image of ourselves as being a certain age, for me it’s 24. It comes as a shock when I look at my drivers license and realize I’m 37 
:: sigh
Even More Depressed in Saskatchewan:
Keith
This sucked- about 2 weeks before my 30th birthday, I was carded buying alcohol (not even for myself), and about 2 weeks AFTER said birthday, I was not carded. OMIGOD.
I never get carded in Vegas anymore, even wearing my hair in a ponytail and sporting a college sweatshirt.
The bag boys at my market call me Ma’am when I have my son with me (but miss when I’m alone!!!).
I’m only 33, for Christ’s sake!
And yes, I do feel old looking at what “those damn kids” are wearing. And I mentioned Duran Duran not too long ago, and these teeeny boppers had NO IDEA who I was talking about (good thing I didn’t mention Bob Dylan or something).
When I was dating a woman who had a six year old daughter. The first time I caught myself saying “'cause we said so”, I almost cried.
I think the very act of buying porn on your own sort of makes you feel grown up. 
(or maybe even more juvenile, depending on how you look at it.)
Big ol’ dittos, dude. That was my first realization that I was getting old: when a girl younger than myself was the centerfold in Playboy. Sadder still, I was 18 at the time (she was 6 months younger than I), and went to a high school in my hometown. sigh…
Er, that should be “and she went to a high school in my hometown.” The one time I don’t preview, and look what happens. Sheesh.
My farts, on average, last about 6-8 seconds.
Nose hairs shoot out of my nostrils faster than I can clip them.
My son’s friend calls me sir…polite little bastard.
My wife plucks my errant ear hair…“Oh look, another one…giggle giggle”
Ah shit…now I have to lie down.
Exactly…er Excellent
The first time I realized I was getting old was when I was subbing at a High School. I had been with this class for a week and on Friday I wore an Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt. it started off by no one knowing who Ozzy was. but the REAL kicker was when some kid said “I used to like that Ozzy song No More Tears when I was like 8!” :eek: that song came out when I was in college. if was a HUGE smack to the face. the good thing is that I still get carded!
…I knew I was an adult the first time I got sick and mom was too far away to take care of me.
When I realized I have a lawyer and an insurance agent.
I realized it when one of my daughters friends introduced me to her parents as “Courtney’s Mom”. I thought to myself “I’m not Shannon anymore, I’m someones mom now.”
When I set up my life insurance policy at work and had to designate a beneficiary for it. I’m not even 30 yet! :eek:
One day at work, I said something about Paul McCartney, and one of my staff members said "Oh, wasn’t he in the band “Wings?”
Sigh…
Truth is, I didn’t realize I was actually an adult until my mom got cancer, and I moved “home” to care for her while she slowly slipped from this world to heaven.
Actually, I still usually forget that I am an adult. Until someone calls me ma’am. Yuck.
Scotti
I alternate between feeling 15 and feeling 50. Far, far too often I feel the latter. I don’t think there’s ever been a time when I’ve actually felt my age!
(I’m 19 now, by the way.)
Woa…I read that “Infant Repository”…hmmm…note to self: visit the copyright office soon…
It really hit my friend and me last year. Star Wars had just been re-released on video so we decided to watch it again. When we brought the video back to his house, we ended up in the following conversation with his wife’s friend:
friend: Oh, I’ve heard of that movie, but I’ve never seen it.
us: You’ve never seen it? How did you grow up without seeing Star Wars?
friend: It was made the year before I was born.
us: …
–sublight.
I was in the company of several teenage girls. One of them used the S word. Another said “Shhhh! You’re not supposed to curse in front of grown-ups!” Grown-ups!
I’m only 19, but I’d have to say when I became an Assistant Scout Master and the boys started calling me Mr.