I'm no longer the same as I used to be. I heard Joe Biden farted in front of Princess Camilla and pooped his pants as he talked with the pope. I hope that doesn't happen to me, but it probably will. It's the curse of age.
I had to check which section this had been posted in. When I read it, I wondered whether it was a poetic form with which I was previously not familiar.
It already happened, to all of us. It's why we had to start wearing diapers (I mean the first time). In fact, getting older is the only way we go, and have been doing it all our lives. It's a one way trip.
In order to stay this side of the dirt I have started going on long walks. On one recently there was an incident such as one the OP mentioned above. Thankfully there was a gag shack (portapotti) with a sufficient supply of paper towels at the trailhead. The skivvies were left in the hole. I continued on my hike commando style.
I found that the older I get, the more I like myself. I feel wiser, luckier, and I can be the avuncular compassionate internet uncle showering tolerance and encouragement to everyone on the internet.
I had someone tell me at work the other day that I looked nineteen. Considering I'm almost half a century in age, it was a real complement.
I forgot what my age was yesterday. A coworker asked me and i blanked. I gave her a year younger than i was before i remembered how old i really was. Her response was "i didnt know you were around my age!!" Ive been thinking about that ever since. The security guard and i are the same age and he said i looked like a child compared to him (he's had a rough life). But the way this coworker said it makes me think she thought i was way older than i actually was. Dont know why it bothers me. I dont want to be "old" yet
I generally tell people who ask that I am 76 which is ten years older than my actual age. I look damn good for 76.
I turned 80 in July. I retired at 74 so I've been writing fiction since then. What I hate most is losing friends. They start dropping like flies in a heat wave at my age.
I'm 43 and only feel "old" when I hear that one of my employees has parents older than me. Puts me square in the dad jokes demographic to them, so they roll their eyes when I'm almost always considered the funniest guy in the room.
I feel old watching football (North American) and see guys that are the sons of guys I used to watch 25+ years ago, and I was already an adult then.
I honestly haven’t been sure of my exact age for a good number of years now. That might sound hard to believe, and of course I could work it out, but I have no desire to. When asked, I give an answer that I know is within at least two years, which of course then illicits a wide-eyed response of, “You don’t know??”
I am enjoying retirement at 69. The thing that surprises me is how short days are. I play flamenco guitar and write. I have to walk the dog 9:30pm to 11pm, and cook most of the meals for me and the wife. But days run out so quickly and I have no idea where the hours went. I now try and start writing before 8am to get a head start but the day still vanishes. Cést la vie
I tell people that I am semi retired, working only 60 or so hours instead of 70 or more. I have lost a number of friends and enemies over the years, out living the good and the bad. A lot that has been said, a lot that has been done is lost. There are no memories if there is, no one to remember them. Sad but for some things, only my memory still exists. It does bring a new emphasis on the power of the written word. I think I have 60 or so personal stories about my life and events that happened over the years. I have just started printing them out, having no faith in computers or memory cards, memory discs, floppy or the even the cloud. Something tells me that the words written on the page will outlast every form of saving information; over the years it seems that many are already obsolete.
I am vain enough that I still enjoy when I tell people my age (71) and they seem sincerely surprised, e.g., "you're not that old." I sometimes think of that Paul Simon line from the S&G song, "Old Friends," which goes "how terribly strange to be 70." It's only strange in the abstract, and to someone in their 20s, as though it's a new world. Trust me, it's not, just a continuation of the old one (if one is lucky, as I have been). I do sometimes think about my father at this age, and realize how little I understood him and was willing to consign him to a new category. Then my 25-year-old daughter will tell me they don't want me to help them move apartments because "you're not so young anymore." Makes me wish I had a cane so I could strike her with it.
