Just a few more old ones : When you look forward to re-runs of the Golden Girls When people start offering their seats to you on the train or bus When other kids ask your children why have they brought their granddad to parents evening When somebody offers to help you across the road When the grey hairs out number the coloured ones When it takes all night to do what you use to do all night When Viagra sounds a viable option When a funeral director offers you a job as a driver due your speed of driving
For the most part, I've remained free of any signs of feeling aware that I'm getting "old", but there's one that keeps showing up for me:
I have a window that sticks, so each Spring when I open it I tend to pull muscles when doing it. Inevitably, the day after opening that window I'll have "chest pain". Also inevitably, I've found myself wondering if that pain might be a heart attack, at least until I remember I opened the window. 20 years ago I wouldn't have wondered if it might be a heart attack. For the last several years, I've wondered about it until I finally realized what happens every Spring - so now I've stopped wondering if it "might be a mild heart attack". That's not my "thing" about knowing I'm getting "old", though. My "thing" about knowing I'm getting "old" is that I'm now old enough to have had that happen for a few years, and I've now begun to ignore those "chest pains" when they show up each Spring. THAT is how I know I'm getting "old".
When you're young you think of things like muscle pulls and minor pains as "a muscle pull or a minor pain". When you're sort of old-ish you don't think of them as muscle pulls/minor pains until after you're at least considered that they could be a heart attack or a sign of arthritis. Once you age beyond that stage and stop thinking those little injuries "might be a sign of something more serious", you just start writing them all off as "nothing".
The way I see it, the next phase of oldness will be when the aches and pains get to be more than minor ones, I'll still be calling them "nothing", and someone will start thinking I'm either "being a martyr" or else being "too senile to know it isn't 'nothing'".
When I was maybe three or four, my father and a long time buddy of his were reminiscing about the past, they laughed and laughed and yet looked slightly sad. I felt oddly jealous, stomped into the kitchen and announced "I wish I was old enough to have memories!!" They looked startled at first, I should have been in bed, and burst in to laughter. My dad smiled and said "they aren't what you think they are kid. Enjoy your youth while you have it." I admitted I was getting older when I realized I'm old enough to have plenty of "good old day" stories now. And my kids are sick of hearing them....
My husband took me out for "Mexican" food the other night. We were chatting and I asked "So what are you having?" he answered "Chicken Burritos." We chatted for about another minute, or so, and I looked up at him and said "So what are you having?"
Of course it's far worse for some... But you'd have to be an Old B......, if you complained in a french restaurant that the frogsleg soup that you had spilled all over the table, your lap and the floor, had got there because the legs had still been kicking when the soup was served! (Even though it was french onion!)
True Story... He was drunk and he had gobbled down 3/4 and then intentionally spilled the rest, in the hope that he could dodge the bill!
It Backfired when the manager agreed to forgo the bill if he returned the Frogs Legs, before they kicked anyone else's soup everywhere! When he grabbed the asparagus off a lady's meal and tried to give it to the manager, telling him that he'd found them trying to kick her lunch onto the floor ... he got Frog Hopped out the doors!
We had a discussion at work (these are co-workers not our children). I said my favorite Christmas show was White Christmas. One said "Oh I know that one....it's the one with Santa and the little girl". Another goes.."No that's Miracle on 52nd Street". A lady my age goes "Yes, with Danny Kay and Bing Crosby....good movie". The first two go Danny who?.
When you start looking for blue jeans with elastic bands around the waist!
When you start and saying and feeling all the things that you've been hearing old folks saying and feeling for years. You know...All the ones you promised yourself that you would never say or feel...when you got old.
...lol....elastic bands on blue jeans....and the waist gets higher for some....really high...i guess if that happens to me...my legs will look longer?...or everything below that high waist starts shifting south....and my legs will get shorter?
LOL, I wrote hub with the same title as this thread about a year ago, (well mine was called "You know you are getting old when..." rather than "You know you're getting old when"). I wish I had thought of some of the excellent ideas here at the time,although I see a fair few that I did include have not yet been mentioned here. It is always a funny topic when you start to compare notes I have to say.
You know you are getting old when: 1. you search for your glasses everywhere only to have your grandchild say that its tuck behind your ears(lol); 2. you find cellular phone and computers as aliens; 3. you get nasty when somebody asks your age; 4. you dance cha-cha to Taylor Swift's songs,hahaha; 5. when you fall asleep in front of the television and gets angry when somebody switched to another channel (my grandpa does,haha); 6. when you don't argue that often anymore.
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