The little boy that my brother used to babysit won an Oscar for playing what I always thought was an old man, but I guess he was just in his 40s in the movie. That little boy must be 46 now.
I make a little ‘‘oof’’ sound every time I stand up. It never fails to make me feel old. (I’m 29.)
That “half your age plus seven” rule says porn stars are too young for me to date, but my kids are fair game.
When I was discussing actors who could sing with my younger sister and I mentioned Mark Walburg.
She said, “He sings?” and she was serious.
You haven’t been looking at the same web sites I have apparently.
Hey, that’s another “I’m getting old” moment: (not to sound crass) but when the MILFs look like your girlfriend from 20 years ago, you know you’re on the downward slope.
You know you’re getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
In the last week I have come to terms with the fact that I need bifocals.
I have come to terms with the fact that my neck can’t stand bifocals anymore, so I have multiple pairs of glasses for different distances. Bifocals used to be so quick ‘n’ easy…
When the cop ticketing me looks 12.
What?
I’ve done this my entire life. I won’t refuse to watch a remake; I don’t despise them that much. But barring SFX and other technical factors, I can’t remember a remake which I though was better than the original, unless that original was so awful that hardly anyone now knows of its existence.
Discovering the wide-spread trend of teenagers and other young-adults being indifferent, even opposed to getting driver’s licenses. It’s even more common that I thought upon first reading about it in the thread on this board; I brought the subject up in conversation today with a couple of older people at my gym and they instantly knew what I was talking about and didn’t seem surprised by it at all. I’m now officially part of the relic generation. Those who drive. Huh. Who woulda thought.
I got my first “sir” from another student in my senior year, though I was only 21. I knew at the time that I looked a little older than most of my peers; now it’s the reverse and I look younger than most people my age.
I work in a cafe that is located in our public library. When we get deliveries or we ourselves want to get in the loading dock door, or onto the elevator, we need to use a keycard.
A while back we had to let in one driver, then key him out and I quoted “You can check in any time you like/ but you can never leave!” He was a young man and didn’t get the reference.
A twentysomething colleague told me he really liked the Red Hot Chili Peppers – but he had never heard of their early-90s magnum opus Blood Sugar Sex Magik.
Sorry for a brief hijack, but I can’t resist. My favorite version of Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” is the one starring Patrick Stewart. My wife and I like watching several different movie versions of this story every December, and I think we watched 5 this year (might be a record). They each have their merits. I’d say generally the newer remakes tend to be better than the older ones, and this favorite is one of the newest. I still get weepy…
When my back turned on me like a traitor.
When I realised I have a collection of 20-something psuedo-kids who come to me for advice on this specifically because I am not their parent, but about the same age. sigh
When I looked at an outfit and though, “You know, I could wear that, but it’s far to young for me.” WTF??
I bought an ebike (has a lithium ion battery) to make it up the hills going to work. My knees can’t handle the steep hills any more.
Ha, these days you can get graduated lenses. No need for bi or gasp tri focals.
Years ago, I was at the Acura place looking to replace my old Integra. The young salesman was regaling me with stats about horsepower and speed and tight turning and handling. I answered, “How big’s the trunk?” I knew I was getting old at that point.
FYI, went with a Honda Accord. It’s so practical. Who cares if it can’t keep up with the boys in the fast toys?
And the barber trimmed my eyebrows for the first time on the last time I had my hair cut.
This morning on my run I was telling my running buddy that Mast General sometimes has socks on sale and I swear the following sentence came out of my mouth:
“I was there buying travel underpants for my husband…”
There is nothing in that sentence that DOESN’T make me feel old. (And very white.)
When the cashier at the grocery store looks at you, hits a few buttons, and when you look at the receipt it says “Senior Discount”