I’m 49. I’ll let you know when I get old.
Thankyouverymuch.
I had been out dancing the night before and awoke to aching knees. I was 35. I had been out dancing the night away since I was 18 and had never hurt the next morning…well, not from dancing.
I started to feel old when I realized store security never blantantly followed me around anymore, and salespeople would actually acknowledge my presence. Old ladies aren’t afraid of me anymore, either.
And when I realized that nobody called me “miss” or “young lady” anymore. Now it’s “ma’am”, “mrs”, “woman/lady”.
I also feel old because I have no idea what’s “cool”, even though I don’t care. See, in highschool I was aware of what was cool and chose to be anti-cool, which made me cool, right? <g> But now I’m just out of the loop, not cool and not anti-cool either. Heheheh. I’m afraid to turn into one of those old ladies that seems stuck in a time-warp, still wearing my hair and make-up in a style that was popular decades ago, and wearing clothing that no one but old people wear. With pants hiked up to my boobs and orthopedic shoes on my feet. Heavy on the polyester.
My reaction was, “oh shit! I’m turning into an adult! It’s all downhill from here.” lol
The first time I ever felt old was New Year’s Day of 1990. Granted, I was two months away from my 9th birthday, but the idea of being in the '90s rather than the '80s (where I had spent my entire life) made me feel ancient.
Back in 1978, the Playboy Playmate of the Month was younger than me. I thought I was truly an adult.
Now they are younger than my son. My youngest son. I’m starting to feel a little old.
Right after dropping my girl friend of 8 years for cheating on me with my best friend.
Shortly after spending the day playing with my 7 year old niece.
Shorly after realizing the young girls no longer looked at me with speculation.
Right after some young piece of garbage I got into a heated arguement with called me an old man.
I’m early 30s, and I’ve never felt old[sup]1[/sup], and that’s not going to change.
I plan on following in my Dad’s footsteps. He’s in his fifties, but you can forget about a second childhood: he’s not done with the first one yet 
[sup]1[/sup]Except for a couple of really killer hangovers, when I’ve actually felt dead. Or wished to be.
When all of a sudden people started getting nostalgic about the 80s. I like stupid 80s music, but geez, people, it wasn’t that long ago! Was it? Please tell me no. And I’m only 25.
Also, the fact that my brother is going into his senior year of high school, and that I remember meeting him when he was eight hours old and weighed just under nine pounds. Now he’s this large somewhat antisocial teenager. Ulp.
Just now, when I looked at my post count and said “529! Last time I checked it was 450-something. Dagnabbit!”
I don’t really consider myself old, but I did feel like I was well on my way when I got my first pair of trifocals. I expect when the first grey hair or the first grandchild appears, I might be old… Or when the young studs stop looking at me with lust.
Stop laughing you guys! It is too lust!! A woman knows these things!
Quit laughing!!
I know rationally that I’m not old, and trust me, I don’t act it but…first I saw my first gray hair and then what I mentioned earlier…it didn’t help matters that one of my best friends brought up the Nirvana thing and said “we are old.” That SOB is three years younger than me.
About three years ago I still recognized most songs/artists played on the Top 40 radio. I didn’t necessarily LIKE it all, but at least I was familiar with the canon, so to speak.
Then I got married, had my first child (OK my wife helped somewhat), bought my first home, had a second child, and turned 30. Too busy to pay much attention to pop music.
Then a few weeks ago I caught myself thinking: hey, who are these schmoes on the radio? And how they hell are these songs hits? They all sound the same! Except for those two, which sound like each other, and that one, which I’m not sure if it was a song or not.
A glance at the Top Ten playlist got a recognition count of zero (0).
I realized I had Crossed The Line.
As Abe Simpson put it so well:
“I used to be ‘with it’… but then they changed what ‘it’ was! Now what I’m with isn’t ‘it’ any more… and what IS it seems weird and scary to me. It’ll happen to YOU, too!”
Or as Homer put it: “I used to rock and roll all night, and party every day. Then it was every OTHER day. Now I’m lucky if I can find half an hour a week in which to Get Funky!”
When I passed into the third phase of sexual activity for men:
- Tri-weekly.
- Try weekly.
- Try weakly…
I used to chase (and catch) the young hotties all the time. I don’t anymore. They can outrun me and besides, I might have a heart attack. What’s worse is that these days, I’m afraid I might not remember what I’m supposed to do if I caught one. 
Katisha, I like you. Anyone who takes there name from “The Mikado” and then quotes it appropriately has to be someone I’d like to know.
Me? Lots of things to bring it home to me. Like not knowing the music, babies I played with being grown up, lots of grey hair (before I color the roots). You know, life.
I’m getting grey hair at my temples, my back hurts sometimes, and more and more often I find myself listening to music that’s at least five eyars old.
But I really started feeling old the first time i didn’t get carded going into a club.
I felt old recently watching some youth programme on TV.
The young female presenter held up a hairband and said, “These are a bit dated now. Your Mom probably wore one in the Eighties.”
My God, it was brutal…
I am turning 30 in 25 days. Does that make me feel old?
Naahhh. But I havent listened to anything but NPR/am radio in at least 3 years. When I get in the car with my 26-year-old boyfriend, and have to tell him to please turn that
“rock” music down, now THAT makes me old. NO one who is
cool actually refers to rock music as “rock music.”
This is known as being invisible to teenagers. They simply don’t notice me any more. Sigh…
Another sign is when you see a carload of young, pretty girls go by, and your first thought is, “Wow… look at all the babysitters”.
My most recent one is the shocking amount of grey in my beard. I started it about a month ago. It sure as hell wasn’t there when I shaved the last one off in 1990! <mumble, grumble> Pass the Serutan, will ya?
When I found my first grey hair, I felt old. When I found my second grey hair, I felt REALLY old.
Then I started finding grey hair in places other than my head. THAT makes me feel INCREDIBLY old! (I’m not even 40 yet!)
It first happened to me when I was only 19. I was babysitting this 5-year-old boy, and he was making that alligator’s mouth motion with his arms, and I said, “Just like Pac-Man.” He looked at me quizzically and said, “Whose Pac-Man?”
At the time, I was aghast. Now stuff like that happens to me all the time. sigh
My 22-year-old boyfriend has gray hairs in his goatee. There’s some consolation in that. At least I don’t have any gray. Yet. sigh, again