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.
Gray pube.
Every fart is a gamble
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
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
The realization that I may never live to see capitalism collapse
I have to keep scrolling further and further back every year on age verification for websites.
The rage inside has only ever increased. The older I get the more militant I get. By the time I’m 40 I’ll be living in the forest defending my country from fascists with a bow and arrow.
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”
COVID really did destroy the flow of time for me.
You don’t feel older mentally, but your body starts to betray you. I don’t mean stuff like your legs aching after getting up when sitting on the floor, or getting tired easier; it’s the subtle things that really are irritating. Like taking longer to learn something. Getting fatter even though you don’t really think your diet is bad. Taking longer to find that word you can’t think of or the name of that person, movie, place, whatever.
The irritations that add up are the ones that you don’t really expect, not just the ones you do like needing glasses.
Then there’s “time.” Fucking day goes too quick. Used to be you felt like you could get all kinds of shit done in a day. Now? Run two errands and half the day is gone. Wtf.
Also, “lasts”.
You start to realize that there are things approaching that are the last time you’ll see or do something. The last time you visit where you grew up. Last time your kid lived at home. Last car you’ll ever own.
Yeah, the lasts suck.
The weight gain is really the big sign shit is going down hill. I’ve been making a series of changes since about age 35, and each time the new diet or exercise routine works for like a year or two and then the weight slowly creeps back up. At this point I literally ride a bike 200 miles per week and I will still gain weight slowly if I eat breakfast. It makes no sense.
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.
Time feels way faster as you get older.
It’s also pretty grim that the people you know are either dying, dead, or have a life altering illness that comes out of nowhere. I feel like there’s a funeral in my family once a month, rather than once every decade.
Hot take but I think it’s because people stop having or seeking out novel experiences. Most of people’s lives are repetitive and boring jobs with barely any time to zone out in the evening. And once your kids move out and you’re with a long term partner, hardly anything is dynamic in your life. Or fresh. Or unexpected.
Having to do something on a weekday evening is a huge inconvenience.
I worked construction from 14-20. Nowadays I work a cushy desk job. Still whenever we need something sone in our house (which is a lot, my house is a degrading shack) if it’s something I’m comfortable doing I do it myself. Every once in a while there’s a job that just kills me and I feel like I need a week to recover from.
Last weekend I put new drywall up on my kitchen ceiling. I used to do it all the time with ease, by myself, light work. Nowadays I’m glad my wife wasn’t home to see me struggling. I had to pull out all my tricks and it was still fucking rough.
I don’t enjoy gaming anymore
I don’t think that’s a age thing.
Cuts and such heal WAYYYYY more slowly.
I also seem to bruise easier.
