In each eyebrow I have a few hairs that grow REALLY long. I assume this problem is only going to get worse.
That's not old age... you were surreptitiously nibbled by a were-Andy Rooney and picked up the curse.
I just want to know why I've got white hairs (and some red and blonde ones too) coming in now in only my left eyebrow, while the right one is still 100% brunette.
Edit: Nekkid oldness for top of the page!
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And I'm so old, I actually remember Calvin as something more than "that kid on the sticker peeing on something." :(
And I'm so old, I actually remember Calvin as something more than "that kid on the sticker peeing on something." :(
I know right? One of the best strips ever, right up there with Bloom County or Life in Hell. I bought the Complete Calvin and Hobbes at some bookstore sale a while back. Great reading.
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And I'm so old, I actually remember Calvin as something more than "that kid on the sticker peeing on something." :(I know right? One of the best strips ever, right up there with Bloom County or Life in Hell. I bought the Complete Calvin and Hobbes at some bookstore sale a while back. Great reading.
Never had Life in Hell here in the Bible belt, However Bloom County in all its incarnations was the BOMB!
Only four comic strips I actually miss, Peanuts, Bloom County, Calvin and Hobbes and the Far Side.
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
- John BarrymoreI'm approaching my 4th decade of life and I feel like I've got another 2 decades before the chassis starts to creak and groan. I had a full physical a few years ago (minus the dip test) and the doctor said I was in perfect health. I almost asked him to check again! I haven't exactly been living clean. My 20's were a booze-soaked, psychedelic blur or swirl of moving colors and sound! I look 10 years younger than I am and I feel blessed for it. I've started taking better care of myself by doing yoga and eating higher quality food. However, I plan on being late to my own funeral and I'm gonna reek of cheap women and expensive booze.
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I hates u. Doc says that he's see 3 or 4 bodies with less damage than me. Buts, I'm still here, Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!
Hemorrhoids.
Hemorrhoids.
made my FORT save, MAwhahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!
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Lmao! These posts made me laugh....and then cry. Wait! Where am I? How did I get here? I had jello today......
I've been falling apart since age 20 or so. As of 27, I've had ten teeth pulled, a severe neck alignment issue, a constant need to crack my finger joints or they get stiff (something I can't have much of as a data entry clerk and amateur author), I can't write with pencil or pen for more than about five minute without my hands aching, occasional back pains and migraines, and a torn meniscus in my right knee that makes any extensive walking, carrying, or climbing very difficult and sometimes impossible without a brace.
On the non-physical aspects, mainly my ever-growing bitterness and disdain for the majority of society and steady erosion of the few positive things I believed by the much-less pleasant reality. I used to be a pretty optimistic kid. I think I hit full cynic around age 23.
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I just realised. I could legally date someone half my age. In a couple of years, I could do it in a lot more countries than I could now. And only a few years after that, I could do it in almost every countries.
Wait till your children put you in an old people's home.26 You go to the doctors and some child makes tsk tsk noises and then tells you what you have to do...worse yet you find yourself promising to faithfully carry out her instructions.
When I was a child adults controlled my destiny. Now that I am getting older children control my destiny.
Not if he sells them first...
I've caught myself honestly saying "Back in my day."
I'm 23.
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When I mention my military service in Iraq, no one believes I was there in 1991.
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For me... this about sums it up. The fear of losing one's... potency in this world. An excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T.S. Eliot (poem started in 1910, published in 1915).
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
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I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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I have started wearing purple.
I weigh over twice what I did in 30 years ago in high school.
My beard is nearly completely white.
My hearing is going.
I can remember exacting details of things that happened when I was a kid, but can't remember what I had for dinner.
Complete loss of interest in sex. In fact, I even skip over it when I see it in videos. Yet I still leer at younger girls (of legal age, of course).
All the interesting stories I tell are from the 80s and I'm beginning to repeat them as I run out.
I find myself interested in politics.
I don't like to drive at night, anymore.
I'm actually tired of hearing (some) of the songs from my misspent youth on classic rock stations.
Grunting when I try to stand up from sitting.
I constantly refer to the prices of things like gas or college tuition to what they were in the early 80s.
I like cats more and more.
Going to bed early.
Blood pressure meds.
Having to pee and not feeling like I'm finished. Then having to pee again. And again.
Can no longer make a buffet flee in fear.
One beer is my limit.
I think there's more, but they don't come to mind at the moment.
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The increasingly annoying comments about how I am supposed to conform to some pre-determined ideal of maturity and "adulthood" and that I'm just "going through a phase."
I'm nearly 30, this phase ain't going anywhere.
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I stopped listening to the radio in 1997 and consider Mudvayne "new".
I was making a musical reference to student TEN YEARS AGO and mentioned Nirvana, only to have another kid arbitrarily announce that he thinks classic rock is stupid. I caught myself before saying "Without Kurt Cobain, your music wouldn't even exist!"
I then realized that high school kids had the same age distance from mid-90's bands that I had to Led Zepplin. Now I might as well be talking the Beatles. In about five years when I hit 40, Pearl Jam will have the same relevance as Chubby Checker. Incredibly important, but no one cares or remembers.
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The increasingly annoying comments about how I am supposed to conform to some pre-determined ideal of maturity and "adulthood" and that I'm just "going through a phase."
I'm nearly 30, this phase ain't going anywhere.
I'm closing in on 40, and my parents still wonder when I'm going to grow out of that silly "role playing game" thing...
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I'm closing in on 40, and my parents still wonder when I'm going to grow out of that silly "role playing game" thing...The increasingly annoying comments about how I am supposed to conform to some pre-determined ideal of maturity and "adulthood" and that I'm just "going through a phase."
I'm nearly 30, this phase ain't going anywhere.
I have very Northern European economic sense. I only work as hard as I need to afford what I need and want and never really inherited the North American drive to own stuff.
It doesn't help that my little sister is a lawyer, so in comparison I appear extraordinarily disinterested with financial success.
The funny part: my sister commonly has mini-nervous break downs when she comes to visit while I haven't given a s~#~ about anything in half a decade and feel fantastic.
Something about us (the late 20s to late 30s) caused us to miss the consumerist bug I find. Most people I know my age group live extreme spartan lifestyles, even when they make a lot of money.
I had about four drinks at a pool party and spent the rest of the night nursing a hangover.
My day's of drinking all night and going to class the next day are thorougly over.
I'm not a 21-ish year old partying in New Orleans anymore. Alchol hurts a lot more than it used to.
I have very Northern European economic sense. I only work as hard as I need to afford what I need and want and never really inherited the North American drive to own stuff.
Man do I know that feeling. My parents regularly joke about moving me down into the shed out back; as long as it was screened off so bugs would stop getting in, insulated against the weather, and electricity was provided, give me a window-unit AC and my bed, dresser, and computer desk and I'd be set.
Counting the days until I'm financially stable enough to look into getting a studio apartment. I don't need anything bigger.
The only "Stuff" I spend any appreciable amount of money on is video games (and even then, mostly just when one or two come along that grab my interest, or when Steam has a sale) and Pathfinder.
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Knowing what invertebral disk degeneration means from first-hand experience (kept me in bed three weeks last year, and seems to come back right now) at age 42. Damn office jobs!
Having work-mates too young to remember the "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Wende" first-hand.
All the cool musicians back from "my time" dying (Dio, Gary Moore, to name but two)
I feel better now than I have at any time in my life.
My only regret is I didn't meet my wife 20 years earlier.
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I feel better now than I have at any time in my life.
My only regret is I didn't meet my wife 20 years earlier.
Hey, this thread is for grumpy old men only! Don´t you dare to spread happiness around here. Get off our lawn! :-))
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For me... this about sums it up. The fear of losing one's... potency in this world. An excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T.S. Eliot (poem started in 1910, published in 1915).
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
.
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
I have a great deal of love for this poem. I have always likened it to the romantic musings of a balding accountant.
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I'm closing in on 40, and my parents still wonder when I'm going to grow out of that silly "role playing game" thing...The increasingly annoying comments about how I am supposed to conform to some pre-determined ideal of maturity and "adulthood" and that I'm just "going through a phase."
I'm nearly 30, this phase ain't going anywhere.
I'm all done pushing 40, and I still don't know what I wanna be when I grow up.
The hell with it. Life is short. Do what makes ya happy, you know?
I'm closing in on 40, and my parents still wonder when I'm going to grow out of that silly "role playing game" thing...The increasingly annoying comments about how I am supposed to conform to some pre-determined ideal of maturity and "adulthood" and that I'm just "going through a phase."
I'm nearly 30, this phase ain't going anywhere.
I'm all done pushing 40, and I still don't know what I wanna be when I grow up.
The hell with it. Life is short. Do what makes ya happy, you know?
Exactly,
We were a generation taught to obsess over what we'd be when we grow up.
It was so bad that many of us missed growing up because we were so focused on what we'd be.
Instead, focus on what you are now, and if you're not happy change it today.
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10 years ago I could dunk a basketball; now I con only grab the rim.
10 years ago my legs (thighs) still felt "tight" when I ran or jogged; now they feel like they're coming apart when I do more than a light jog. (I can probably fix that by running more often.)
10 years ago I could stay crouched with my knees completely bent for several minutes and bounce right up without my knees screaming in pain; now I can only stay down for about 90 seconds and can't bounce up at all without a head-rush and my knees burning for a couple painful minutes.
10 years ago I could still run a mile in under 6 minutes; now I'd be afraid to try to time myself out of embarrassment that it'd be closer to 10 minutes. (I spent my whole life ridiculing folks that couldn't run one less than 7 minutes.
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10 years from now I'll be in my late 40s. Now THAT'S friggen scary.
(Man, I gotta get back in shape.)
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Complete loss of interest in sex.
Really?
Oh god I hope that never happens to me. That'd be worse than a doctor telling me I have to stop eating chocolate or something.
Please someone else tell me that doesn't happen to everyone! (Anthony Quinn sired a child when he was 71, right? Please, Abador, can't I be like Anthony Quinn?!)
(Although I admit that twice in the last few years I couldn't perform. That was not cool -- I really don't think anything angers a girlfriend more than that, though I've never tried cheating.)
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The last few years the top (but not sides) of my head has been going thin (bald spot forming!) -- but I can just get plugs and fix it.
I've gotten a few white hairs on my chin (when I'm too lazy to shave every day) but it's not even salt-n-pepper yet -- and I shave almost every day anyway.
Like someone else said, I hate peeing and still feeling like there's a bit more left -- then having to pee again in a half-hour.
Remembering that I used to laugh at the idea that old men had to get prostrate exams... Now I am that old guy.
Having to explain to co-workers who the Beatles are (actually had to do this...pretty sure the world is ending).
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Turned 40 today. Lately I have to pluck hair from my ears. FROM MY EARS!
You can get a trimmer from any drug store for about 10 dollars that will get both your ears and nose. I HATE that I know that.
Happy bday bugley. I am 42 and it just gets worse.
Complete loss of interest in sex.Really?
Oh god I hope that never happens to me. That'd be worse than a doctor telling me I have to stop eating chocolate or something.
Please someone else tell me that doesn't happen to everyone! (Anthony Quinn sired a child when he was 71, right? Please, Abador, can't I be like Anthony Quinn?!)
(Although I admit that twice in the last few years I couldn't perform. That was not cool -- I really don't think anything angers a girlfriend more than that, though I've never tried cheating.)
AGGGHHH..TMI! j/k lol
I'll admit that it may be a combination of age, severe clinical depression, and the combination of meds I take to at least fool people that I'm not losing my mind that has caused me to feel this way. But I honestly don't have any interest at all. I'd rather read, listen to music, game with my friends, and be left alone to brood in the darkness and contemplate the empire of dust that I reign over in my house.
-I have hereditary nueropathy. I'm going to lose feeling from my feet up. It's starting and I'm 27. My mom is 52 and has a cane, and can no longer drive.
-I have hereditary nueropathy. I'm going to lose feeling from my feet up. It's starting and I'm 27. My mom is 52 and has a cane, and can no longer drive.
I'm really sorry to hear about that. I have neuropathy in my left calf and foot from injuries I sustained in an auto accident. Hate it.
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10 years from now I'll be in my late 40s. Now THAT'S friggen scary.
(Man, I gotta get back in shape.)
Yeah, you do. I know a 50-year old that would run you into the ground, and drink a 6-pack of beer while doing it.
I hate that I'm no longer young.
Well, I´m surely not as fit as I used to be, but if I can still run around on LARPs in my plate mail ( here) all day, it can´t be all that bad, can it.
In my old WoW guild, we had an 18+ age restriction. Every so often someone would talk about how we should make an exception for a specific player and the following would happen:
Me: I think we should change it to 25
Random Guildy: But I'm under 25...
Me: I know.
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Young people saying "It was literally like..."
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I'm only 18 and I feel old.
I had gout when I was 17. I was 220 pounds, and I was 6'2".
I'll pull out my Cello, and my wrists will start to hurt from playing too much, even though I only played about 15-20 minutes.
I can grow a beard. I stick with the Goatee and Sideburn combo because I'm lazy.
I know more about the beatles then my friends who are beatles fans. IE, Paul McCartney conspiracy
I know where the term "The Mad Punter Strikes Again!" comes from.
In my old WoW guild, we had an 18+ age restriction. Every so often someone would talk about how we should make an exception for a specific player and the following would happen:
Me: I think we should change it to 25
Random Guildy: But I'm under 25...
Me: I know.
When you restrict age in a guild, you miss the opportunity to shape a young mind.
We met this kid when he was 14 on WoW and we were all in our early 20's.
We're all pretty crude individuals, but we molded this kid into like the T1000 version of ourselves.
Younger, cruder, more vile.
It brings a tear of joy to my eye to see how we've shaped him into the 20 year old man-boy he is today.
In my old WoW guild, we had an 18+ age restriction. Every so often someone would talk about how we should make an exception for a specific player and the following would happen:
Me: I think we should change it to 25
Random Guildy: But I'm under 25...
Me: I know.When you restrict age in a guild, you miss the opportunity to shape a young mind.
We met this kid when he was 14 on WoW and we were all in our early 20's.
We're all pretty crude individuals, but we molded this kid into like the T1000 version of ourselves.
Younger, cruder, more vile.
It brings a tear of joy to my eye to see how we've shaped him into the 20 year old man-boy he is today.
We also got together once a year to enjoy recreational substances. It was a bonding thing for the guild, we even had people show up from other countries. About half of the 25-man raid would show on any given year. I disliked excluding people from it (we only did it once) and I wasn't about to even consider inviting underage kids. Our 18+ rule meant a few couldn't show up, but after a little while in the guild they'd be able to, since this was a thing for us for 5 years.
Got a picture and a nice bonus check for my 11 years, just hit me that i've been at it longer than the four others that do what I do, combined!
I'm the OLD MAN!