I’m 26 years old now, and I’ve noticed that each year seems to pass more swiftly than the one before it. :eek: I turn 27 in a month, and my 30th birthday is beginning to seem not-terribly-far off.
I’m pretty sure than thirty still counts as young - I don’t think anyone would deny that I’m still a fairly young man today, and I counted many thirty-year-olds in law school as friends and peers. Still do. So, I assume you can still count as “young” into at least your early thirties.
But, eventually you do become (yech) middle-aged. What’s the cutoff? Is it 35? 40? 45? When do I stop being one of the hip new potential leaders of tomorrow, and part of the boring establishment?
I am also 26 years old and I just made an appointment to get checked out and measured for Lasik. The woman I made the appointment with explained what they’d be doing, my eyes would be dilated, measured, and they’d do some tests to rule out potential complications that can happen with older patients.
Wait what was that last one?
They’re not common, but we test in advance to rule out some things…
No no no, did you call me an older patient? I’m twenty-six years old. Who the hell are your youngster patients?
I’m 40. Inside I feel 24…except when I sit in one position a little too long, then my left knee hurts a little when I stand up…wait. I’ll bet from the OUTSIDE, I look like an old man getting up!
Crap.
I lift weights, and I’m a monster on a bike, and I exercise regularly, but my knee still stiffens up, and I still hobble about a bit until I can shake it out. That and that one muscle in my back…and my newly grown beard covers up the two laugh lines pretty well.
But I don’t feel old. But I am to the kids that get on the train at the College stop.
When I was 18 a friend of mine shared a TownHouse with a few other people. One of those people would hang out with us a lot and he always struck me as being too old to hang out with us. Not old, exactly, but more on the ‘middle-aged adult’ side.
He was 28-30.
Now I’m almost 32 and I guess I’m a middle aged adult…
I suppose there’s something to be hand in the idea that I don’t think I would feel comfortable hanging around a bunch of people who were 18, and I was the only outlier.
Last year my brother came to visit me for a few days. He had only been in my apartment for a few minutes when I turned away and then looked back to find… my father. It was weird.
So… my brother is old, I am not.
Proof: My brother is a grandfather. I’m not a great uncle, I’m a freakin’ awesome uncle.
Yeah, I looked down one say and thought “When did I get my Dad’s hands?”, I look in the mirror now and I’ve got one Grandfather’s face* and the other Grandfather’s hairline.
What I desperately hope is that I don’t inherit my father’s health…dead at 62 means I’m 2/3rds of the way there…but if it’s my Mom’s Father that dictates, I’m less than half way (he died at 95)
I’m 32 and don’t feel middle aged. However, I have some fabulous younger friends who keep trying to drag me into nightclubs. Occasionally they succeed and I’m there thinking “Argh, the noise, the crowds,the inconvenience, I want my bed and good book”. So then I suddenly feel absolutely ancient.
Still, for me the cut-off is about 40. But then I might have said 30 ten years ago…
I’m 27. Sorry dude, hate to break it to you but 30 is when you’re no longer young. 35 is without a doubt middle age and when I’m planning my midlife crisis.
Mmm. I don’t know. I hit 30 this year, and it seems to be situational. I’m old to my friends, who are all my boyfriend’s friends and he’s four years younger than me. I’m crazy young to my coworkers, who are all ancient as Father Time and are right next to Jesus in their high school yearbooks. It’s starting to be damned offensive that they keep carding me for beer, though.
Harrumph. No, you silly puppies, 35 does not qualify as middle aged. You can’t claim middle age until 40. Sadly, after 45, you can’t deny being middle aged, either.
