I’m a bit stiff and creaky right now. Been volunteering with some crews clearing tree limbs from the Christmas Day blizzard. A lot of damage out there and older resident’s needed help. We’ve been working quite a bit last week and this last weekend.
This is the first time work has made me this sore. That’s not supposed to happen before I turn fifty. But, geez even my teeth and hair hurt. I guess working beside a bunch of thirty year olds wasn’t such a good idea.
At this rate, they’ll be clearing my yard in another 20 years. :o
Mrs. Frig was eight years old when Star Wars was released. . .
The Little Frig is in middle school, so I do tend to feel a lot younger than others my age might, but she has classmates whose parents are young enough to be children of mine.
A few years ago I met a wonderful young woman who has become what I refer to as my “Other Significant Other.” (She pokes fun at me, tells me what to do, and there’s no sex–it’s just like have a second wife.) She was born, I was a junior in college. . .
Nothing has made me feel older than enduring my daughter turning 18 at the end of December … and the knowledge that in 2013, I’ll be 50. (It’s still 10 months away, but still.)
Fifty! My grandfather was 50 years older than I am. On the other hand, I have an 8-year-old son, so I am still solidly in Mommy Territory.
I’m getting old. I know it. NINETIES music, which was when I was mostly out of university, and kind of checked out of top 40… (still knew what it was, but went on a classic rock bender for a few years) is 20 years old. It happened when Amy Winehouse died and the university radio station girl couldn’t correctly say “Live through this” she said LIVE, rhymes with HIVE not live rhymes with give. Who doesn’t know the name of Courtney Love’s album… wait… was she born then? Barley :smack: But this cinched it.
29 Albums that are now 20 years old.
Also thinking I don’t want to drive the sea to sky highway after dark. I once drove across Canada with a friend in a 34 hour marathon.
There was an ice storm here when I was 13. Everyone is now celebrating the FIFTEENTH anniversary of the ice storm! I was 13 fifteen years ago. I had a major “I’m getting old” moment today when I realized that.
Also, I’ve got both gray hairs, and the beginnings of wrinkles.
Being told by my nephew that he could not read my “scribble”. I told him I had perfectly legible cursive. Nobody reads that anymore, he said. You don’t learn it in school? No. If the US constitution was laid before you you could not read it? That’s old people writing. Huh.
Granted he is in the willful ignorance of teenage but cursive is a wayside oddity now? Everytime I feel idiocracy closer I feel older.
Reading this thread and nodding along with waaaay too many of the comments.
I think the worst is the nagging, chronic body-breaking-down stuff. Like someone said, you start to realize that this is probably never going to get better, and is in fact only going to get worse. And they accumulate - first the sore shoulder, then the sore hip, next a knee starts to twinge if you walk too long…
And then there’s the stuff you start to leave behind. Learn to ski? Not going to happen - I value my unbroken limbs too much at this point. ETA: And foods, too - I have to think twice before I eat pizza these days - it seems to take forever to digest. Stuff like that.
First I noticed my barber was younger than me. Next it was the people in the office (remember when you were the youngest in the place?) Then I noticed Army captains and police inspectors were a lot younger than me. Finally, nephews and nieces having kids.
The day I told my daughter she could no longer pluck out my numerous greys because I still wanted to *have *hair, even if it was grey, was a day I felt really old.
Oh yeah. I’m noticing that at work a lot these days - my supervisors and co-workers are almost all younger than I am.
ETA: I thought of another one - replacing all the household stuff I bought when I was starting my own household because it’s worn out now. Yikes. On the plus side, I can buy nicer, higher quality stuff this time around.
When I started taking off my glasses to read the menu or to eat. I can’t see the food on my plate without progressives/bifocals. That was depressing.
However, waaaaaay back in the day, when I was 19, I worked in an arcade in an amusement park. The change machine took only 5s, 10s, and 20s, so if you wanted change for just one buck, you had to find me. Kid gives me a dollar, I give him four quarters. A few minutes later, he’s back.
When I was a kid, college students seemed impossibly older than me, and a source of brilliant insight. Now that I’m in my 40’s, college students (for the most part) seem as children - far too young, immature and stupid to be allowed to vote. I feel a bit like Ludovic re: very young adults dying on a battlefield.
A few times a year I hear of a Hollywood celebrity dying, someone who was a vibrant adult when I was a kid.
I’ve been wearing trifocals for 20 or 25 years, so it doesn’t bother me that I need them now. What does bother me is not knowing whether I’ve worn them for 20 years or 25.
Everything that ever happened to me and the world beyond last week is still last week.
One of my friends, who is a DJ and therefore in bars a lot, said: When I saw to “teen” girls come in and try to get served - and they were actually 22!
Every time I see Liev Schrieber’s name anywhere, the old reptilian part of my brain reflexively remembers Avery Schrieber. And then I mention it to however I’m with. And no one remembers him. And then I get sad…
I guess working beside a bunch of thirty year olds wasn’t such a good idea.
