I had a vague recollection of who that was, and the pictures proved me right!
Oh! It’s That guy! Talk about a blast from the past.
Oooo, I had another thought right after I took my afternoon Metamucil… (Kidding about the metamucil.)
I sold my truck about a year or so ago, to a kid (who is probably at least 30 and is married) who owns a head shop here in town. I was delivering the title and keys to him at his shop and his shop manager came out to say hello. She was about 22, give or take. I carefully instructed the shop and now truck owner that the truck’s name was Daisy and he was welcome to change it if he wanted to, and her theme song is Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run” because Daisy was, indeed, born to run. The truck is older than the shop girl, who looked at me quizzically and asked me who Bruce Springsteen was.
I couldn’t decide if I should punch her, make fun of her mercilessly, or start shopping for nursing homes for myself. :sad:
I’ve been having my eyebrows trimmed since I was in my 20s. I have Scottish eyebrows, handed down from generation to generation. I’ve told my wife when I hit 65 I’m letting them run wild.
Getting bifocals was the one that really got me. Hair growing in odd places is another one.
I like to dress nicely, but I’m deathly afraid of being “that guy”. I saw a mid-40’s guy wearing a t-shirt (I think it had a Captain America shield on it), and I thought to myself “Ah, so that’s how stupid that looks”, and immediately went home and threw all mine into the Goodwill pile.
Edited to add: Cpt. America t-shirt is not considered an example of “dressing nicely”. I’ts an example of “that guy”-ness.
You feel old? I was 35 years old, 5 months pregnant with twins during that storm. My husband thought he was Daniel Boone, cooking hot dogs on the barbecue and heating water so I could wash while all my neighbours bugged out to the Sheraton downtown!
Worst “I’m getting old” moment…the first time I walked out of a store without buying anything because the music was too loud :-/
Jeeze, at least put leashes on them, eh? 
I recently had a conversation with a guy in his mid-20s where I had to explain that, before CDs, albums had a Side 1 and a Side 2. Also, his favourite childhood films were released when I was an adult.
20 years ago this year, I was given my (Year 10) School Certificate–a whole generation has been born between then and now.
I’ve found quite a few grey hairs on my head over the last year. One of my childhood friends has been completely grey for quite a few years now.
I’m only 34 and well aware that the “feeling old” moments will only increase in frequency.
What’s this mean?
A new faculty member started today. She’s not a freshly-minted Ph.D. She’s done a post-doc and had at least one prior teaching position. Her bio mentioned where she was born, and I had worked at a professional theater there when I was in graduate school. I stopped by to mention that to her. When I told her when I had worked there, and she said, “Oh, that was the year before I was born.” 
At the end of Year 10 in NSW, Australia high school students have to sit for the School Certificate exams. If you’re going to leave school at that point, you’ve at least got a piece of paper to show prospective employers. The next (and final) certificate during high school is the Higher School Certificate, completed at the end of Year 12.
So in other words, the average 16 year old leaving school will possess a School Certificate, whereas the average 18 year old will leave with both a School Certificate and a Higher School Certificate.
Apparently the School Certificate no longer exists–it was abolished after 2011. That makes me feel even older…
When polyester started seeming like it might not be that bad of an idea…
I’m 44.
Thank you Lobot. I wouldn’t say it’s ignorance fought, but rather information gained.
Cheers.
Seconded on having to scroll waaaaayy down when entering one’s birth year.
When big ugly black hairs started growing out of my nose, which my body had always done perfectly well without before. I hate the damn things so much I pluck them with tweezers.
When I renewed my driver’s license and my hair color was officially listed as “gray”; that hurt.
Trying to tell myself that I’m not “getting old”. True I’ve lived quite a few years, I’m fat and out of shape, and I have numerous medical complaints that could happen to anyone, but I’m not OLD dammit!
When I and my wife get phone calls and letters from outstate relatives, and they tell us how the preschool kids I remember are working now after graduating college.
Discovering that I don’t know how to do a simple thing that I’ve done for decades because its now done a completely different way.
I used to wish I would win the lottery so I could buy all the stuff I wanted. Now I wish I would win the lottery so I could retire.
KOSI, Denver’s Easy Listening Station…the one that always played The Carpenters and Paul Anka and the like?
The play 80’s music now. Because we’re the ‘demographic’. Tears for Fears, Phil Collins, Flock of Seagulls.
So goes the Grocery store and Vegas. We’re the ones they cater to, supposedly because we have money.
I just refi’d to a 15 year mortgage so I have the hope of having a paid off house for retirement.
Yesterday I discovered that Elvis Presley was younger when he died than I am now.
I also nap every day, through necessity.
Both of these things, amongst many, make me feel old.
Damn, 1963 was a popular year wasn’t it? My sister-in-law, brother-in-law, and me all turn 50 this year too. It’s sad that I’m happy they hit it before I do. Realizing my baby sister is over forty made me feel kind of bad. But looking at the family picture I did of us on Christmas Eve, gray heads everywhere, and realizing that mine was not only grayer than everyone else’s but starting to go silver… this really depressed me. That and stumbling about the house every morning like Frankenstein’s monster makes me feel really old.
That’s not old. It’s a win.
That I can legally drive now and am closer to legal adulthood then middle school which sometimes feels as if it was yesterday.
Wasn’t bothered till I got to Little Mermaid! Now get off my lawn.