<laughing> Sweet! I had that happen to me a few years ago. Made me want to scrub my eyeballs while simultaneously wondering if any 17 year old looked that good when I was 17.
I keep my cane in the back of the car all the time. For me twice a year is now about every other month for a day or so. But I have a good excuse; I ran flat-track.
Me too! LOL
The first time I saw my reflection in a store window and did a double take thinking it was my mother.
Riding a bicycle?
Elliptical trainer?
Sedentary fool am I.
I’ve recently stopped remembering how old I am, instead just remembering what year I was born and subtracting as needed. My age keeps on changing! How am I supposed to remember that?
for my 30th birthday I received my first: grey hair(s), kidney stone, and hemorrhoid.
I am not making this up.
The first time I felt really old was the first time I yelled at a bunch of noisy kids to get off my lawn.
Two seconds later, I lowered my forehead into my hand and went back inside to sit down.
As the great believers in conservation that we are, my husband and I were showering together and realized how slippery the tub was. The next day I went out and bought a mat for the bottom of the tub. My son graciously pointed out the only people he knew who had those were old people. Sigh.
“It’s slippery in there when your dad and I are having freaky sex”.
See how old he thinks you are then
Yeah…my husband and I have gone to shows and realized we’ve turned into that guy.
And the next morning this happens:
I remember what I did but also remember whistfully that I didn’t used to need to take Advil or a day off after a concert. I used to go out to a club after the concert, go home. sleep for 12 minutes and then get up at 6:00 to do the homework for my 9:00 class.
I’ve had a stripe since I was 22 (I’m 41 now). The stripe doesn’t = old. When you realize you’ve been kidding yourself that it’s just a stripe, possibly for a couple of years now, then you can be old.
I don’t have an anecdote related to this, it just made me laugh out loud and I like to do that so, thanks.
That doesn’t make you old, just grown up.
I was startled today by how young my oral surgeon looked. He looked to be in his late teens, tops. He seemed competent, but it’s just hard to trust someone with surgery that looks like he’s just got his driver’s license. This made me feel old.
i’ve said it before, but for me it was when i saw a college-age hottie yakking with what seemed to be her Mom, and I caught myself thinking about hitting on the Mom.
the bubbly-but-clueless receptionist was a reminder when i did the math and realized I got my Master’s the year before she was born. Ouch.
I just hurt myself yawning a minute ago, and I’m only 22.
(Something in my TMJ popped and my inner ear felt like it had been hit in the funny bone. Now my ear’s ringing and nagging me about my mortality.)
You win the thread.
I first started feeling old when I became invisible to guys. It was probably about seven or eight years ago or so (I’ll be 42 next month). Now I just sort of am part of the background or something; not really noticeable one way or another.
I sort of miss getting checked out. On the other hand, it’s nice to be able to be friends with guys with no undercurrents of anything at all. That I like.
When my daughter turned 20 I felt pretty old. Also, I hear my mother’s voice coming out of my mouth more and more often.
This one is weird, but my feet look more and more like my mom’s with every passing day. Does that even make sense? Well anyhow, there it is.
The day I tore a muscle in my thigh rounding second base in a softball game. Granted, I was never a good athlete, but I had always previously avoided hurting myself.
The day I found out my assistant’s mother was my age.
When the songs you remember hitting the charts are now played on the oldies station.
When you don’t understand the terminology of modern tech: Facebook? Twitter?
When you have to explain to your co-workers that you must pump the gas to start a car with a carburetor.
There was a time at a doper meeting. I jokingly mentioned “sis boom bah”. One other person got it and laughed but everyone else stared at us blankly. So we explained it was the punchline to a Johnny Carson joke.
Then we had to explain who Johnny Carson was.
I used to be the youngest person in the office. I would look around and enjoyed seeing all these older people around me. Not anymore! It’s just the opposite.
But the one sure way to know that you’re old: You can’t get up without grunting nor sit down without an AHHH.