When Did You Start Realizing Your Age?

This happened to me a little while back. In my own mind, I feel like I'm still 25. But a few months ago, I got out of the shower and realized I was getting a bit thinner up top with the hair. I consulted my wife...who lied at first. My daughter was straight with me and eventually my wife was too. I had a few days of "Oh no! What am I going to do?!" and my wife bought some kind of shampoo that's supposed to help...but...after a few days, I was like "Eh...fuck it...I don't care."

I still have about 90% or more of my hair but everyone must have some "Oh shit!" moment that made you feel like you weren't as young as you thought.

So what was your moment?

 

What you should have asked is when did you first realize you’re getting older?

Because I first realized my age when I was 4. My brother and sisters were all going off to school every morning (supposedly having fun) while I was stuck with mom grocery shopping, buying clothes, and cooking – I hated it and wanted to be older.

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I started going grey when I was 20. That freaked me out for a second there.

 

Yeah, usually when I attempt something stupid like... Performing a Jackie Chan off a loading dock or a fence or something, I feel lots of pains in my joints. My horse riding accident last year has given me all sorts of pains and nerve feelings now, all my plates and my half robot shoulder is a daily reminder of what I can't do anymore.

Hangovers, like an EPIC night out is a two day recovery session now.

My ears are riddled with tinnitus.

My fingers seem to lock together when cold.

I feel terribly old amongst teenage folk at gigs too, like, I just stare at the little punks, like O.O whut ****! I remember I was the young girl and everyone was old, now it's less older folk and too many youngsters and I've outgrown that mosh shit where you spend all energy and miss the band playing because you couldn't see, I like watching and listening now.. Unless it's brutal death metal, then I'm banging my head around at people.

But I still feel like I'm that weird girl, aged 13, going to a new school in a new country. I feel like I really haven't changed from that despite obvious changes in my life, I still feel shrouded in mystery and mysticism, and I still feel like I can take on the world!!

I overheard some young people talking at last concert the other week and they were laughing at 30 year old rappers. Which made no sense seeing the show they was seeing was a couple older rappers but I was like hey! I mean I still have ambitions of dropping some whack ass radio hit the mainstream would eat up and make me billions and these kids would laugh at that! Well fuck them!

I'm still gonna dream! And I'm still gonna be me!

 

can't say as i ever have.

 

I was born old I think...


Arthritis and degenerated discs started in my 20's... Chronic muscle pain and fatigue in my late 30's. I feel 30 years older than a calendar says I am.


The gray beard I've had since I was 40 something I'll take as a badge of honor... But I'm not going bald yet... not overly gray either. I'll probably have my long dark blond hair until I die. (which could be at any time now)

 

I've got a few white hairs, but my beard is going faster then the head.Since I have ginger hair, it looks pretty good with the white streaks, and it's not thinning at all.
I can't say when I realized I'm getting old - can say it doesn't bother me at all. In fact I quite like it.

 

Correct. I should have worded it that way. I also should have said I still have 80% of my hair. 90% is probably wishful thinking.

 

Since around the time I turned 30 I would say.

 

In my late 20s. I was in line at airport security (pre TSA) and there was camera overhead and behind the line and monitor of it visible to the people in line (why, IDK). The line wasn't moving so I was watching the monitor. I see a bald guy with a really nice leather jacket. I think, hmm, I have a really nice leather jacket too. Oh, look the bald guy is scratching his ear, hmm, I'm scratching my ear. Wait a minute, I lift my right arm, so does the bald guy. Hmm, I lift my left arm and wave. Oh shit! I'm going bald.

 

Took a while for me. I was working my butt off and loving it at 67. Then --had an operation and that really slowed me down. Still do a little , but not like before. I notice some loss of strength--need to join a gym.

 

I actually feel a distinct difference between 30 ( I turned 30 this year) and my 20s but its mostly in attitude. I still look all of about 17, my body is still in good shape although post pregnancy my hips bother me sometimes. But after I turned 30 I basically started giving zero fucks about anything other than taking care of my family. I feel stronger too, I feel like I have a steely nerve I never had before. And I'm not afraid to stand up for myself or speak my mind anymore.

 

I'm turning 30 in 4 days.

At 25 my hairline started receding and my belly started expanding.

 

I have a few different times, including seeing this thread.

 

I've thought about my age a lot over the years (even in my teens), but my body started confirming/reminding me of my transition to old age since around 40.

I don't dwell on it though.

 

Definitely since a lot of people around me are starting to pop out little babies have I started to feel my age.
I also feel my age sometimes when hanging with my younger girlfriends and listening to the issues they are going through. I just can't understand how they make these little problems seem so major.
I do whatever I can to feel young though.

Great thread topic, btw.

 

Well, if you must know. I'm 58 . . . and a half. Despite spending my earlier years breaking myself down and virtually destroying myself, I am now a monument to being all you can be. People thought I was crazy when, after moving to the country twenty-five years ago, I decided I would shovel snow from my three-hundred and thirty foot driveway plus pathways for my cat and dogs. They also called me crazy for using a push-mower instead of a rider. I push mow no matter how hot it is, and it takes me between two and a half and three hours to do it going as fast as I can walk. The ones who called me crazy all those years ago now admit that it would kill them to do even half of what I can do. One look at me, and it's so obvious that they have no choice but to admit it. I'm that fucking great.

When my wife and I go to the mall on Saturdays, we don't walk together; slowing down to keep pace with her would kill me, and speeding up to keep up with me would kill her. I have a cup of coffee in my left hand, and a bottle of water in my right, and I go up and down the isles of as many stores as I can in an hour and a half. Hell, just the other day I put on my low-ride boot-cut jeans and said to my wife, "Look at this! What would you say, darlin', twenty-eight, or fifty-eight?" She said, "Twenty-five." I've always admired her honesty.

I said to the lady who's cut my hair for the last twenty-one years, "My god, is it just me, or is my hair thicker than when I was thirty-seven?" She paused and said, "Yeah, it's thicker . .. I guess." She sounded deflated; almost depressed. Now that I think about it, her hair has thinned out considerably over the years, and I suppose I should have been more sensitive, but I'll work on that; that'll be my next self improvement project. And you can bet your weary ass that I'll get there, and probably--no, definitely--faster that any of you ever would.

But in answer to the OP, I started realizing my age when I was watching a rerun of Gilligan's Island last week and found myself thinking that Mrs. Howell looks pretty cute, and that I wouldn't mind spending some time with her in the lagoon--if you know what I mean. But then I look at myself in the mirror and come to the realization that I could have Mary Ann or Ginger . . . or both . . . and at the same time if I wanted. I'd include Mrs. Howell, but I have to face facts; just ten minutes with me would kill her--fifteen minutes at the outside.

 

Well Storch, at least you have certainly grown more modest over the years....

 

For me it was actually when I began to frequent this site a lot and began to notice the sometimes huge chasm's in ideas and concepts between myself and younger members.
not making a qualitative judgement, just an observation.
I have even noticed this difference between myself and friends a decade or less younger and the determining factor is that they were in high school in the early 80's when the "digital age" really started and I was in college by that time.

I don't think folks realize just how huge a difference in paradigms the computer era has brought about.

My 14 year old thinks "big frigging deal" whenever I still marvel over turn by turn directions being given verbally in real time by my damn phone!!!
When I was her age, that shit was only on Star Trek.


also seeing some really hot and sexalicious girl at the store and then realizing It's an old friend of one of my kids and that I've known her since she was 5.

Kinda kills the boner.... :dizzy2:

 

On my 30th birthday, at a Building Committee Meeting, as a member of the Board of Directors in a church. I was Chairman Of Counsel On Ministries, with about 25 people heading groups under my lead. I was an equal, making very important decisions with people I esteemed to be "real adults". It was crazy to me. People saw me as an adult before I saw it myself.

My body began to feel it's age shortly after I turned 50.