Fortunately, I did't have to blow out 37 candles, because I think I'm starting to get to the point where I have more candles than I can blow out on a cake.
It's bad enough when I have a dangling nose hair from a nostril, but it's even worse when it's a white nose hair sticking out. Aigh! Time for a dye job soon.
I've now at the point where, when Mozart was my age, he was dead.
I now have the "Senior Moments" when I go upstairs to get something, and forget what the hell I went upstairs to get-- and then go back downstairs, and forget what I'm doing downstairs. This is OK once in awhile, but I have it happen every other day!
I used to get annoyed at getting carded when ringing up a 12-pack at the grocery store. Now I love it, since for a brief moment they think I'm not even 21. What kills me is when they do a double-take and look at me again, and say, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir, you don't need to show us your ID!"
I was talking to a coworker (freshly graduated from college) about the days of the BBS and the 300-baud modem, where we used to call single-line boards (and redial like heck when they were busy). He was completely and totally dumbfounded. "You mean people didn't always have broadband Internet Access?" Geez. I then realized that he was born in 1985.
...so I didn't even get into punch cards and 9-track tape with him, he would have had to go to the Computer History Museum to even understand that.
I was looking at the stats for some of the new players for the Kansas Jayhawks basketball team (of which you might guess I'm a huge fan) and then I came across the players' date of birth. 1987! 1988! That was my freshman year in college! These kids were BORN about the time I was in the Fieldhouse cheering on the Jayhawks!
You know when you're getting old when you go from your mother telling you to eat your salad because it's good for you, to your doctor telling you to eat your salad to help your colon because of your "problem".
You know when you're getting old when everything you grew up with is now back in a remake, a cover, (or a sampling) now. Miami Vice, BattleStar Galactica, Fantasy Island, anyone?
You know you're getting old when the atheletes (and even the coaches) you watch on a sporting event on TV are all younger than you.
You know you're getting old when your favorite rock bands have now lost most of their hair and are doing the County Fair Circuit, and their tour is sponsored by Geritol and Depends.
You know you're getting old when you talk about something you did in your younger (and wilder) days, and someone chimes in, "Wow! I wasn't born yet then!"
..and you know you're getting old when you forget where you put all the medications that you have to take every morning.
It seems just like yesterday I was too young to do anything-- too young to drive, then too young to vote, (and thus get drafted), too young to drink, and even later, too young to rent a car. Suddenly I'm too old to do much of anything, too tired, too exhausted, and too old and fat, and my idea of a good time is staying home and taking a nap. Most of my body is sore these days,
and I don't know if it's because I'm pushing it too hard, or whether I'm just.. well... O-L-D.
So how did I get from being too young to do anything to too old and tired to do anything in a little over a decade and a half?
And... lastly... don't laugh! If you're laughing at my predicament, someday you'll be old TOO!