- Your former school teachers die. At this point, I think the majority of mine is gone.
- Your gum recedes, and there's nothing you can do about it except to stop smoking. On a larger scale, your circulation gets worse because your erythrocytes become less elastic, for reasons still unknown. Add to this the most damaging impact of UV light and our atmosphere's oxygen - an objectively very aggressive chemical - and you start shriveling, just withering away from the outside. Molecular bonds are simply getting broken faster than they get repaired. Your insides last a bit longer, but their days are numbered, too.
- On the plus side, you'll get to learn new words for body parts you didn't even know you had.
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While listening to the oldies radio station and hearing music that was popular while you were in high school
My wife and I get excited every time we come across articles about exoskeleton tech. Can we expedite this a little? I want a mech suitβnot a fucking wheelchairβwhen I reach that age.
Also, a note to the designers: make sure you can use the toilet with it. Extrapolating current trends, I suspect this will become one of my primary activities.
Ouch. Why?
I was in a mosh pit for the first time in 7 years last year. I got fucking destroyed and was sore for about 2 weeks. I also slipped walking my dog during a big snow we had a few weeks ago and took me a little bit longer to get up than I used too. I am not old by any means and working on getting back in shape, but its starting :(
Not me, but my dad and his gf were at a headshop to get a new bowl/slide for their bong. They texted me and my wife to see "what the kids were calling them now a days" after a guess or two I said slide. They then went on a tangent how the people had no idea what they meant and kept trying to sell them a downstem lol. A few younger guys at my last job gave me shit for calling a banger a nail. Weed lingo sucks lol
The hairdresser asks if he needs to do your eyebrows.
I worked construction from 14-20. Nowadays I work a cushy desk job. Still whenever we need something sone in our house (which is a lot, my house is a degrading shack) if it's something I'm comfortable doing I do it myself. Every once in a while there's a job that just kills me and I feel like I need a week to recover from.
Last weekend I put new drywall up on my kitchen ceiling. I used to do it all the time with ease, by myself, light work. Nowadays I'm glad my wife wasn't home to see me struggling. I had to pull out all my tricks and it was still fucking rough.
That the experience the issues old people told you about. My lumbar is always achy
Hair falling out
I tore the fuck out of my shoulder and had to have extensive repair surgery done. When I was talking to my physical therapist about a specific aspect of the repair, he said that they tended to do that with "older" people.
Ouch.
Also, I guess that my goal of looking like 2016 Rich Piana has now morphed to looking like 2018 Rich Piana. :(
Iβve started to lose height as I get older instead of gaining it
Your living expenses increase far more than your pay
You start grasping for the past again. You may have at one point when you were younger, have gotten tired of people telling stories of their past and how things were in the day. But before you know it, you will do it too. A lot of people already are doing it and they're in stages of their lives that the older people once were who also did it.
You feel like the world becomes greyer and greyer when you read the news about some celebrity that played a role you remembered them in be it a show or movie that passed away. This also applies to knowing about the individuals through the cracks that don't get as much coverage, like pioneers that helped make things you take for granted, knowing of people that took part of something that made you realize that they were what made something work and not who you thought did.
You get increasingly annoyed at just noise. Dogs barking. Children loudly playing. Babies crying. People shouting. People clumsily doing things that make something break or whatever. You yearn for periods of silence.
You could become isolated by choice, like caught in a web of indecision as to what hobby you want to enjoy. You're getting older, not younger, so you feel like you have to try to enjoy what you can before you really can't anymore.
And above all else, you grow more and more distant from the connections you once called your best. There will be a point in your life much later on, where you will be in a nursing home or whatever and you may not have a way to stay in touch with your friends. All of you are on a course of this same life and the sad part is all of you are also racing to your ends.
I just turned 50. I have an extremely good memory for events long ago, like I remember parts of being 2 years old even without difficulty. This is the first year in my life that all those things seem so very long ago though. I don't know how to describe it, but the fact I was alive before we got answering machines suddenly makes me feel very ancient when it didn't before. I also try to describe how horrible 1980s parenting was and nobody really gets that, like how casually you were molested or sexually pestered by adult men and nobody cared, or girls at my high school having adult boyfriends, or my teacher dating Tanya Memme when she was underage, and briefly being suspended for it because it was Catholic school, but she graduated and they went right back to it. (Tanya is a good egg though). It seems very alien to anyone I've talked to about it who are younger, but it really was like that, your parents did not give one fuck about your safety. That makes me feel suddenly a lot older, because nobody else seems to understand or have forgotten how bad it was.
I notice the 55 and older menu. Save some money!
New technology is harder to adopt.
2 drinks making me feel 100% worse
If I sleep wrong I wake up in pain.
Scattered gray hairs on head and beard. At this point, they look kinda good because Iβm mostly retaining my natural color.
Used to be super skinny. Metabolism slowed and I have a beer gut.
Far less interested in pursuing hobbies into the wee hours of the morning. I like to go to bed by around 1030pm and wake early even on weekends. I woke naturally at 6am today (Saturday).
Feel out of place in some younger crowds like concerts for young artists. We were definitely some of the oldest people at a 100 Gecs show.
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In my teens and early 20s I used to enjoy snowboarding. I was never any good at it, but at least I could make it down the mountain. Tried again in my 30s, and I could barely even stand on the board. Never made it off the practice hill.
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Getting in and out of cars is painful now. Especially since I drive 90s and 2000s Japanese sports cars, which have a tendency to sit so low that it feels like your ass is dragging on the pavement when you drive them. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to continue driving them 20, 30, 40 years from now. I don't want a giant modern car. Even sedans are SUV-sized these days.
62 years old. Boarding just a little (bunny slope) once or twice a year. Heading up next week.
My knee inexplicably hurt for a few days a couple weeks back.
I stepped out of a van wrong and completely tore my acl and mcl and partially tore my lcl (basically, fucked up my knee).
My (slightly) balding head.
Ain't it brutal? They say if you haven't started balding at age 40, you probably never will, but I've known several people with a full head of lush hair at 40, and in their early fifties, it's all gone to hell.