Dakota Fanning is 18... God, I feel old.

I'm 24 too and I have the same problem. Every once in awhile a clerk will refuse to sell to me because he's sure my age is bullshit. MN driver's licenses are way different than Florida's and most states so before I switched over it seemed like I couldn't go 2 weeks without a clerk being suspicious (back when I was 23).

 

I'm almost 24. I recently got carded in Austria, where the drinking age is "Still in middle school? Better make it a Light Beer, Junior."

 

Take it from an apparent fetus: It does.

 

I'll be 31 in a few months. I had no problem turning 30, didn't faze me a bit. Then about 6 months after I turned 30 a group of friends and I did a walkthrough of the dorm I used to live in when I was a sophomore of college. They had completely remolded the place and I felt really really old.

 

I was substitute teaching a couple years ago and the kids used to blatantly and incredulously ask my age and when I said, "24," they would shriek, "Oh wow, you're young!"

Which seems awesome, until I realize that I physically look 34. Awesome.

So I don't feel old. I just look old. Which is much worse.

 

I mentioned this in the R&R thread a while back, but one evening I was having dinner at a restaurant with one of my buddies. He had his 6-year-old girl with him, and she had mentioned that her dad was listening to "old-time music" in the car on the way there. Knowing that the oldest thing he'd ever listen to would be classic rock, I asked, "Old-time music? was it from the 60's or 70's?". To which she replied, "No, it was from the 90's."

Stupid little bitch.

 

Focus: I feel old as shit when ever I see people who are younger than me playing professional sports. Last Friday my brother and I went to an NBA game and I realized I was older than 1/3 of the players. I'm 23. Fuck.

I also ran into DeMarco Murray (running back for the Dallas Cowboys) a few days ago. He was stepped out of a brand new Porsche Panamera. It was his 24th birthday. He's only seven months older than me. Makes me feel like I haven't done shit with my life.

Over winter break my aunt asked me to talk to her high school business law class about law school, what it's like, etc. I told them my educational background and that I graduated high school in 2007. One kid in the front row leaned over to his friend and said, "Wow, he's kind of old." You son of a bitch.

 

...Fuck. I can't remember what I was going to post.

 

I'm 46. I don't feel old, except maybe that I miss my six-pack and I need reading glasses, but I'm a pretty youthful guy, for the most part. But that feeling of, "holy shit, I've been wandering around here for a long time!" happens pretty frequently. Realizing that there are plenty of kids who don't know that Dave Grohl was in another band before the Foo Fighters. That there are more who have no idea who that Paul McCartney guy is. There are adults who don't know what Led Zeppelin was.

But mostly, I'm dating a 36 year old, and I think she might be too young for me.

 

Ill be honest mate, from the way you post and your evident skill and passion for what you do i had you pegged at around 30.

Thats fucking impressive to have the drive and passion you do at 22. Im seriously fucking jealous, i wish id been able to find something i enjoy doing as much as you appear to as early as that.

The biggest passion i had at 22 was seeing how many lines of speed and/or coke i could cram down my nose over a weekend... Which probably has a lot to do with me being 28 now and only just figuring out what i want to do with the rest of my life.

FOCUS: What makes me feel old? That every party/event i seem to go to these days is one of the following:

1. Engagement Party
2. Wedding
3. Childs First Birthday Party

And when i do go to an actual event these days, like a music festival, i immediately want to punch all the shirtless faux-hawk sporting little pricks in the throat (i used to be one of those little pricks) and find somewhere shady to sit and chill. Not that long ago the idea of sitting down and 'chilling' at a music festival would not have crossed my drug addled mind.

 

Heh. Last date I was on mentioned she graduated high school in 1986. Drunk, I said, without thinking, "Fuck! My last girlfriend was BORN in 1986!"

None for me that night.

 

Ahhh, timely thread. It's my 47th birthday (let's just get this out of the way - FUUUUUUUUUUUCK). I typically refuse to use phrases such as, "Oh man, I'm getting old", or "Geez, I'm old", or any variation of those. I am youthful and spry and I will not bow to a mere number, or societal expectations of that number.

Right? Right?

Let's review the last few days...

After I went to bed Tuesday morning, vertigo descended on me with no mercy. Luckily, I was already laying down, or I would have been knocked on my ass. Oh wait, later that day I was. I couldn't find anything fast enough to hold on to and crashlanded. The vertigo abated throughout the evening, but I woke the next day to a groin injury. Did I get that in my sleep too, or residual effects from my unfortuate accident? I work a physical job and I am compounding this injury. The cherry on this sundae is that I had to cancel a birthday ice skating/play date with someone I've been looking forward to getting to know better. I am in too much pain to screw! How is this possible? I am a cougar and my reputation as such is on the line. What if he tells all the other kiddies? I'll be ruined.

After discussing this with a friend, I realized that I'm in pain/discomfort much of the time. It's always something. When did this happen? My medicine cabinet used to have Advil in it. It has grown exponentially in the last 2 years. One freakin' ailment after another.

Ok, just this once I get to say it.

Getting old sucks donkey balls.


(bright note: I don't need reading glasses yet. You old bastards on here know what I mean)

 

I just posted this in the drunk thread, but I really felt my age last night. I remember in my junior year of college, every Thursday night was spent throwing a part in our apartment and drinking all night until the wee hours of the morning. Last night, the bitches that live above me started partying at like 12:30am thus waking me up as I was drifting off to sleep. I was THAT person who got up to tell them to keep it down because I have to get up early for work. Rewind to junior year, I would have HATED me. I'm going to be 27 on Thursday and last night was the first time I truly felt my age. Not that 27 is old by any means, but when people ask how old I am, I usually have to think about it because my auto response is 24. I remember when I was 25, my auto response was 22. So I guess it's good that I don't feel my age.

That's what they say though, right? Age is just a number? It's all about how you feel or something like that?? I'm rollin' with it.

 

I'm 31. I feel old when my employees ask me for advice on what to drink at their 21st birthday party.


Otherwise, I don't feel that old. I was just owning a bunch of 5-8 year olds in a bouncy castle last night. I was the only parent who ripped off their shoes and dove in.

 

Fixed that for you. Nothing keeps you young like bong hits and bouncy castles.


I turn 25 in about a month. I'm loving my mid twenties, and I don't claim to be/feel "old," but youth is suddenly not a given anymore. Years seem a lot shorter once you're an adult.

For example, when I was 18 and just starting university, five years seemed like forever. 13 and just about to start 8th grade seemed like an eternity ago, and five years down the road I was only going to be 23, so getting old was an abstract concept. Of course I knew it would happen, but it wasn't real to me.

Now, five years seems like a lot less time. I remember when I was about to turn 20, and it doesn't seem like that long ago at all. I'll be 30 soon enough, and then I'll say 10 years doesn't feel like that long, and then I'll be 40, and then I'll kill myself.

 

The passing of time and how it seems to change or get shorter as we age can easily be described mathematically. When you are 8, one year is 1/8 of your entire life experience. When you are 80, one year is only 1/10 of your life experience. So in comparison a year feels much shorter when you are 80 than when you are 8. Or in other words - just like a roll of toilet paper, the closer you get to the end the faster it seems to go!

 

It has nothing to do with Alzheimers - I just can't type properly with this arthritis! Or maybe I shouldn't be drinking in the afternoon...