Hey so I am finally at an age when I can sing wish you were here with my kid and actually get some feedback about the lyrics and what not - anybody else having some age milestones?
I’m having trouble reading at night.
I’m finally at an age where I have constant neck pain, stomach pain, knee pain. My kid is only 19. Hope my body holds up till I get him set up in life!
I’m finally at the age where presbyopia is real. I can’t read the labels and barely the screens on music gear. Gotta get the glasses.
I’m finally aware of my prostate.
get your finger out of there.
When movie references I make go over the heads of 20-something, and even 30-something, year olds. I’m like “wait a minute, that’s an old movie now?”
I’m glad I’ve moved away from a car-centric lifestyle, but am still (hopefully) a few decades away from it being mandatory for my own safety and those around me.
Easing my way into the old guy lifestyle early so that I can age like nasty vinegar fine wine.
The other day as I was checking into my hotel in Amsterdam, the clerk asked if it was my first time. I told him that I was last in the city 25 years ago. He hadn’t even been born yet.
It’s nice to be able to afford nice hotels, but in some ways the cheapest hostels were a lot more fun.
Wear New Balance simultaneously unironic as dad shoes and because they fit the orthotics I have for my hobbit feet.
And also be unsure if my kids’ love of 90s music is genuine or if they’re trolling me. Both are acceptable.
I get woken up by the phone hitting my nose and then panicking that I accidentally bought something.
Finally at an age where:
- My two boys start to get more independent so I don’t have to be on strict dad-duty 24/7.
- Start to notice that the mind is still very young but the body sort of disagrees sometimes.
- The urge to procreate starts to take the backseat and the girlies lose leverage
- I can start to use age-related excuses to my advantage.
- Still have enough of the looks left to be a sugar daddy if so desired
- I might need glasses in the not-so-distant future.
- I don’t need to go out anymore until the next morning and something with visions of sheep-diving, why the lawnmower is in the livingroom and who the heck is this guy snoring on the floor next to me.
- Spend substantial money on the kids and the leftovers are for me, thus also invalidating the sugar daddy scenario.
- As per Juniper Steel’s reminder: stop giving a shit about other people’s judgements.
Trim my ear hair on the reg. wtf.
Also took some psychic damage hearing Emma Watson is now 35.
Who?
Tonight I barbecued chicken wings, but one (only one!!!) was undercooked. It’s going to haunt me.
…make ambient music without feeling too young for it.
Finally at an age where I decide to stop giving a fuck about:
- Stuff I can’t do anything about
- Other people’s self-imposed bullshit
- Feeling shame for my own self-imposed bullshit
Also, I got my first set of reading glasses after being in denial for the last few years. Holy shit, what a revelation…
I started wearing glasses around 10 years ago, after denial as well. Revelation is an understatement.
After two years, things started going blurry again. Went for an exam, same doctor. I asked him if everything is okay.
“Oh yeah, you reach a certain vintage and your eyes start hardening like glass. Totally normal”
Horrible bedside manner, I loved it.
I can’t sleep in.
Edit to add: it’s gotten to the point where I have to go to sleep at a sensible hour. I’ve been doing the “go to bed on the same day you woke up” challenge and it’s been difficult but helpful.
I’m having fun working this stuff out too!
Glasses though; I got a set for driving when I realized I couldn’t read some signs until I was passing them.
Not a crazy strong prescription, but enough that it bothered me because I used to be pretty sharp at distance.
I’m just this year starting to wear them outside of the car more.
I can’t see far away or up close.