Feeling Old

Also, have they got no TVs? Who doesn't know about Jaws by the age of 18?

"NOT IRAN, IT SEEMS LIKE SUCH A FRIENDLY AMERICAN LOVING PLACE"

Some of these new uni / college starters were not even born when Killing Joke - Night Time was released, Alex.

I know,....fucking sickening, eh?

Hey, I didn't write the thing. Someone just sent it to me, and I thought there were some interesting points in it.

http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00008WJEP.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg

or

http://www.planetboom.com/posters/kiss_76spirit.jpg

Choose WISELY.

It's that pimple that keeps you young!

Oh, don't mind me, dearest grandchildren. I'm just rambling on. You run outside and play now, ok? My stars, where ever did I leave my pill box....

I was secretly delighted, even if she was just trying to be flattering.

I told them they should be ashamed of themselves and one said "we've never been taught!" I said, "well I'm teaching you now so remember! okay?"

I hope N. never gets properly old, as without realising it he spurs me on to try and out-dance him. It's a lot of fun.

CDs were introduced in 1982 I think, not 1986.

You'd have to be VERY out of touch to not know what a vinyl record is even if you're ten years old.

I'm picturing crestfallen professors reading that email and thinking, "Well damn, I thought all my 'Where's the beef?' jokes would nicely break the ice with my students."

PMRC to thread!! Jesus!

Scenes from the end of the world, #432

Int. Spiders, a popular goth nightclub with National Trust status in light of its not having changed since 1985.

Noodle is standing at the bar next to a teeny tiny girl wearing braces

Girl: How old are you?
Noodle: Too old
Girl: Yeah I was going to say that (smiles)
Noodle: I'm 41
Girl: Oh my god that's how old my dad is!
Noodle: Yeah cheers that's not making me feel any better

Today my husband and I realized we are A YEAR away from 40 (instead of thinking we were turning 40 this years). Which made us smile. "WE HAVE A YEAR! SO LONG! HURRAH!" lololol

To be honest, I don't really think about it.

I didn't start thinking about it until I was 37 or 38, which is about ten years later than most people seem to start feeling the years drag on.

This morning I had my bung knee strapped up and it needs an xray. This afternoon I am off to the ENT for hearing tests and ear exams.

BOY HOWDY IS THIS FUN.

my back has been hurting!

young people never have back pain

Hangovers really blow when you get older. Oh boy.

(mind u, I can hold my drink a lot better than i could then)

Mine only lasts about three or four hours. I wonder why? Or is it that I haven't been drinking as long as most people my age?

http://www.wired.com/magazine/2013/04/genwired/

comments fairly u+k

They have always had an answering machine.

Her self-display might be considered ingenuous if she were planning to be, say, a nurse, but as a Parsons junior who wants to work in “design management, strategy, and branding,” she knows what she’s doing. “I work hard to maintain a staunchly hip online persona,” which she monitors on Klout, a service that measures followers, retweets, and other signifiers of web influence.

/delete world

To be 20 is to wonder why you haven’t received a response to your latest message, to live in fear that your sarcasm was misunderstood.

happens to me as i approach my 40s, bet it happened 200 years ago when hip young things didn't receive a reply to their letter the same day.

oh yeah, like somebody's gonna misunderstand my sarcasm

"Feeling Old"

It's my birthday today and I don't feel old even if I am

I simultaneously feel old, because I am old**, and feel great, because it has been decades since my life felt as good to me as it does today. I have more freedom from worry atm than ever before. otoh, there is no denying my body is no longer as resilient as it was even a decade ago. Luckily for me, that creeping decrepitude is only relative and my absolute decriptude is still some distance away.

As for my attractiveness to young women, that first harbinger of age... it has def crossed the line into "cute like my grandpa" territory.

**technically I am not yet 60, so I haven't quite crossed the threshhold from middle-aged to old, but I am pushing 60 pretty hard.

Whenever I read CRT my first thought is still cathode ray tube

Luckily for me, that creeping decrepitude is only relative and my absolute decrepitude is still some distance away.

At 67 I've taken several moderate, but unmistakable strides toward decrepitude since I wrote that in 2013. Mainly... feeling older because I'm more tired.

It's only very recently that I've started to feel conscious of my age. For so long I felt immature, as though I still had a way to go before I was fully fledged enough to be an adult. The "pausing" of life during lockdown has really hit home. I go out on the weekends now and often feel like the oldest person in the room. I've always been a young soul. I'm not ready to move to the suburbs and live a quiet life, but other than my immediate group of friends it can feel like I'm out of place. If I go out to a club or a gig, I have to remind myself of when I was younger and would see older people out and imagine them as "seasoned elders"; people who had lived through the scene and were still enjoying it, which I am.

I sometimes wonder if position in the family order also influences how old we feel. I’m the youngest of 5 and often had a default sense of being the youngest in gatherings even when that wasn’t the case. It took a while to grow out of this.

I imagine people who have had to move back to the family home or a parent’s home during covid will feel quite mixed up, as if their maturity has been snatched away.

Very very likely. My (recent) ex had to do this and it was very tough on her

I have a younger sibbling (in their mid 40s) who has lived with my mother more or less constantly and still does. I feel like they (sibbling) have in a way been afforded adult status since they were a teenager without too much parental judgment while my parents continue to have an infantilising view of me. I don't know why exactly, I suppose I was the first born. I know my mother just never understood or in some sense forgave my moving out of home when I was 19. I know it can be tough for parents but I needed indpendance (I had been working full time for several years already) and that's a perfectly normal age at which to need that. My parents also separated nearly 40 years ago now but have remained living close to each other and neither have visibly had a significant relationship with someone else.

I've been struggling (internally) with how to approach my relationships with all of them and more recently have stopped having contact because it's so hard to find a place in all that at the age I am. It's not for me to judge but I feel like they are and have been "stuck." I wish that my sibbling would move out, for their sake but also selfishly because I feel it would allow me to have adult relationships with them and with my mother. I'd like that to have happened decades ago. I dunno, this probably isn't relevant for the thread, just wonder if that makes any kind of sense written down. Innevitably there is all sorts of context missing.

Probably a further derailing: but in a recent conversation with my eldest sister who is in her 60s, she referred to our (deceased) parents as “the adults” and gave their views greater weight, and I realised she still feels somewhat infantilised.

This business of “maturity” is more complex than it looks.

I have a younger sibbling (in their mid 40s) who has lived with my mother more or less constantly and still does. I feel like they (sibbling) have in a way been afforded adult status since they were a teenager without too much parental judgment while my parents continue to have an infantilising view of me. I don't know why exactly, I suppose I was the first born. I know my mother just never understood or in some sense forgave my moving out of home when I was 19. I know it can be tough for parents but I needed indpendance (I had been working full time for several years already) and that's a perfectly normal age at which to need that. My parents also separated nearly 40 years ago now but have remained living close to each other and neither have visibly had a significant relationship with someone else.

I've been struggling (internally) with how to approach my relationships with all of them and more recently have stopped having contact because it's so hard to find a place in all that at the age I am. It's not for me to judge but I feel like they are and have been "stuck." I wish that my sibbling would move out, for their sake but also selfishly because I feel it would allow me to have adult relationships with them and with my mother. I'd like that to have happened decades ago. I dunno, this probably isn't relevant for the thread, just wonder if that makes any kind of sense written down. Innevitably there is all sorts of context missing.

― Noel Emits, Thursday, November 11, 2021 1:12 PM (two hours ago) bookmarkflaglink

i just want to sound a note of support. it's really hard to set the boundaries and afford yourself the space you need when you're dealing with this kind of dynamic - parents who "need" instead of "love". i hope it isn't too forward to suggest looking at "drama of the gifted child" by alice miller.