When i was young i could sleep on a staircase and walk off next day as if nothing happened.
But now i sleep on pillow with slight angle and the next day is hell with neck and mid back pain.
Also alcohol tolerance reduced
I feel both of these. I’m 40 and yeah, sleeping slightly weirdly I get shoulder pain the next day. Working out regularly has definitely helped things. Also for alcohol, I have to be careful to also include non-alcoholic drinks in an evening, say a non-alcoholic beer or something before the real thing.
Feeling confident without makeup.
Realizing that the pillars of success written by governments or institutions is bullshit and caring more about good people.
Feeling comfortable with a small social bubble. Quality over quantity.
Valuing naps over parties. 😴
I have to keep scrolling further and further back every year on age verification for websites.
If the website only uses two digit years, eventually you’ll hit a time where you don’t need to scroll at all.
The realization that I may never live to see capitalism collapse
These are all cute, but when you start to lose your balance just turning your head or with basic movements, you really start to feel old.
It’s only a matter of time before you start falling.
Once you start falling, you start dying slowly
Losing the people you love in very different ways.
Every fart is a gamble
Gray pube.
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
That the experience the issues old people told you about. My lumbar is always achy
I notice the 55 and older menu. Save some money!
Injuring myself in my sleep
Holidays are a blur. I don’t remember individual years anymore, and every year I’m started at how quickly it became Christmas already.
Ffs we’re halfway through February already. I was just putting up the tree like 3 days ago.
Too real. Not just holidays, weeks and months go by and it’s like “shit when did it get to 2025??”
Covid made it especially bad. Covid started five years ago. Started, like we first heard the term “Covid”
It’s still March… 2020
COVID really did destroy the flow of time for me.
Children, which to me is everyone born in the 2005+ are already turning 20. Hell, the iPhone can already vote.
Also, Gangnam style. 13 years ago.
Btw I was born in 2004 and I’m 20
Are you also in your 30s? Haha
my fucks slowly run out
Honestly I’ve been getting much happier the less fucks I give.
Inverse correlation
This has become my theme song.
This is the plus side of being older.
I’ve been burned enough times in life that it’s really easy to just write people off that I shouldn’t have let in my life anyway, and I’m much happier in my own little world with my books.
it does get marginally better once you do run out.
A girl that stopped me on the street to ask directions concluded the exchange with “Thank you sir.”
Also, the waiters now automatically bring the bill to me when I have lunch with coworkers.
In the south that’s just being nice, not age
I think they mean specifically to them, and not their coworkers
Yes, all my coworkers, including my managers are now younger than me. So when a manager takes everyone out, the waiters assume that I’m the one treating everyone to lunch.
Yes, I’ve had that a few times. Although being substantially older than your manager is externally no big deal unless you make it so, in the cold dark recesses of your own mind it can really start to grind some gears if you let it.
That first happened to me at 18 and it was so weird. I was helping out at my old school for an interschool music festival—a week of all sorts of different workshops and rehearsals between different schools, culminating in a concert at the end. During a break I was tinkering around on the piano, and a student came up to me and said “excuse me, sir…[some question about the timetable or something, that I definitely didn’t have the level of authority to know the answer to]”. I have her the best answer I could and she went on her way, but I was just stuck there feeling way too old.
