how I know I’m getting old(er)
We have had this birthday card floating around in our stationery drawer for at least 15 years. Unlike me, it never gets old.
When I was a kid, I used to think that adulthood would ‘feel’ a certain way.
Well, it doesn’t.
I don’t feel mature and I don’t feel ready for half the stuff — loans, debts, licenses, break-ups, cellulite — that adulthood seems to throw my way.
Of course, at 28, I’m not geriatric yet.
But one glance down the main street of my city, with its parade of buttock-baring short shorts, reminds me that I’m no spring chicken any more, either.
It’s a bunch of these quirky little external factors that reminds me most of my advancing age.
How I know I’m getting old(er)
I often enjoy the company of cats more than people.
I don’t know who most celebrities are any more.
I can remember when phones had cords and when phone numbers in Australia only had six digits.
I start many sentences with: ‘I can remember when…’
I look at high school students and think, ‘I was never like that.’
The point of my day is to get a good night’s sleep.
I’ve started making dad jokes.
Sometimes I can’t recall what happened yesterday.
I can ‘shop my closet’ for retrospective costume parties.
I don’t get asked for ID when I buy brandy.
95% of my peers are married. (70% of statistics are made up.)
My first computer had an amber screen, which I thought was sort of cool and insulting simultaneously (at the tender age of five). Green was the other option.
SBS and ABC are my favourite television channels.
I use grownups’ first names when I speak to them.
I’ve started disciplining my parents’ bad behaviour.
I have to dye my roots lest I look like a skunk.
My two-year-old nephew had to show me how to use my iPad.
Petrol was half the price it is now when I got my driver’s license.
People come to me for advice about acid reflux.
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A friend and I were watching tv the other night and it was a show where the parents were battling the kids. Modern Family or something. Anyway, we knew we are old because we sided with the PARENTS. When did that start happening?
I don’t know. :( It’s slow and insidious.
The older I get, the crazier I have to be to not get bored by life. (Hmm, not sure how I feel about that comma.) On the other hand, I read that in some careers people peak at age 38, so I’m panicking that our time is short. Hopefully, writers peak much later! (And that one, too.)
I am cool with both those commas, Jade. They’re the off-setting-introductory-phrases kind of comma. :D
Hey, how old are you? I’ve got nine years before I turn 38… Plenty of time.
You should do a post on why you know you’re still young(er)! Think of all the wonderful things we’re yet to experience and achieve. And all the cruddy stuff we’ve got our heads around. Well, mostly. The cellulite is hard to accept!
I, for one, am glad we’re not strutting around in those bum-crease shorts. More so, that photos of us in said bum-crease shorts are not being tagged on Facebook! Hooray for that. Meow x
That’s a great idea, you know! There are certainly heaps of things I don’t miss about being in my early 20s.
I knew I was ‘old’ when I saw ‘Looking for Alibrandi’ and it was Anthony LaPaglia that caught my attention, not Kick Gurry.
Heh. That made me laugh out loud. It’s hard to go past a LaPaglia, though. Did you see the ABC’s The Slap (from Christos Tsiolkas’s novel)?
I still need to see The Slap. It was aired after The Great Departure of 2011.
“…parade of buttock-baring short shorts…”
TOTALLY agree. So glad I’m not the only one!!
I see them EVERYWHERE. D: