When Did I Grow Old?

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I Guess that I wasn't Paying Attention

As my 41st birthday is fast approaching, i recently found myself pondering the question of when I got so old. Sure it seems like an easy question, but apparently I wasn't paying attention over the years because I never seen this day coming.

I remember graduating from high school, with my whole life in front of me and wondering what I was going to do with my life. I remember mom and dad giving me all sorts of advice that seemed so uncool to me. Maybe old folks thought going to college was the thing to do, but an eighteen year old boy thought the big party was the place to be.

I had just spent the last twelve years of my life going to school and was feeling rather proud that I had somehow made it out. The last thing I was interested in was attending more school. No, I had a diploma in hand and was ready to take on the responsibilities of adulthood.

So I went to work and tried to support myself the best I could, with mom and dad helping out when needed. Sure it took longer than I expected before I was finally able to fly from the nest, but I eventually made it.

Now twenty three years have passed since that naive teenager set out to be a cool dude in the adult world. I have learned alot in those years, mostly that dad was right when he told me the teen years were the best years.

I Have Now Become My Father

Yes, this is the revelation that I have had over the last few months. I am now the same age that my dad was when I was a teenager, the age I thought was over the hill. I still remember all those things that dad used to tell me all the time. As a teen I could never understand why dad always made such a big deal about things that didn't seem to matter.

Now I find myself saying those same things in my own home. I constantly find myself saying "turn off the lights when you are not in the room". Another phrase I find myself repeating is "turn the television off when you are not watching it".

Dad used to say that he was not made of money. I never understood what that meant when I was growing up, but now that I am paying the bills it sure makes sense. I realize that a dollar here and a dollar there can really add up over time.

When I was a teen, dad used to say the music I listened to was nothing but noise and they dont make good music anymore. I thought he was simply too old to understand what good music was. Now I find myself complaining about the noise young people now call music.

It is Time to Fight Back

Yes, that is correct. It is time to circle the wagons and fight back against this enemy known as "old age". With a coordinated effort aimed at the very things that make me old, I will succeed in remaining forever youthful.

The place I choose to start is with music. I will start listening to Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga at least two hours a day, no matter how unpleasant the experience proves to be. After all, if I know the words the kids will surely think that I am one of them.

Then, to further the plan, I will follow their style of dress. Sure it will take some getting used to, walking around in baggy pants that are always falling down, but I have determination.

I can't forget the most important aspect of the attire, a cell phone held to my ears at all times. This is done to keep the older folks from knowing who the conversation is aimed at. This alone could provide hours of entertainment.

I am already beginning to feel like a teenager. Maybe I will even call mom and dad to see if they can give me some money for Saturday night.

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resspenser 4 years ago from South Carolina

That is a fun hub. I knew I was getting older when I started telling workers at Arby's stuff i knew they didn't care about for no reason whatsoever! Also I tend to count out change to them instead of just giving them $2 for my coffee I give the $1.28 it costs!


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lmmartin 4 years ago from Alberta and Florida

41? My dear, this is the youth of old age. Wait... One day I saw my reflection in a store window and wondered who was that old woman -- and it was me. Yes, that silver-haired, round-figured grandma was me and only yesterday I was eighteen. Funny -- I don't feel any different. (And I am still as cavalier about money as I've always been, a great failing of my character.)


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CJWood71 4 years ago from Florida, USA Author

Thank you for your comments resspenser, I am happy that you enjoyed the hub in the way it was intended. I wanted it to be something that would make people smile when they read it.

Immartin, thanks for your kind words and reminding me that I am just entering the arena of "old age". It still seems funny to me, the whole thing really did seem to sneak up on me.


yaazhini 4 years ago

It is great that you are 41 years young. It seems you know how to get younger as you have decided to follow the footsteps of the younger generation. That is the way to go and I should say it is a well written article. Keep going.


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CJWood71 4 years ago from Florida, USA Author

Thank you for taking the time to read my hub, I am happy that you enjoyed it.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire

CJ, the first time a shopgirl called me "ma'am" and tried to sell me a dress because my "granddaughter would like it" I nearly passed out lol! I feel your pain.


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CJWood71 4 years ago from Florida, USA Author

Molly, thanks for reading my hub and taking the time to comment. It is funny the way getting older just sort of sneaks up on us.


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shiningirisheyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

That was great. My 44 year old brain related to it all too well, but still great. A bit bittersweet for the days when my only concern being what am I doing next - nothing constructed either - next party, next concert. This related on all levels for me - my Dad used to say that paper doesn't grow on trees. Really? Lets see...trees are made of wood, wood makes paper......

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