Asklemmy

When i was young i could sleep on a staircase and walk off next day as if nothing happened.

But now i sleep on pillow with slight angle and the next day is hell with neck and mid back pain.

Also alcohol tolerance reduced

You don’t feel older mentally, but your body starts to betray you. I don’t mean stuff like your legs aching after getting up when sitting on the floor, or getting tired easier; it’s the subtle things that really are irritating. Like taking longer to learn something. Getting fatter even though you don’t really think your diet is bad. Taking longer to find that word you can’t think of or the name of that person, movie, place, whatever.

The irritations that add up are the ones that you don’t really expect, not just the ones you do like needing glasses.

Then there’s “time.” Fucking day goes too quick. Used to be you felt like you could get all kinds of shit done in a day. Now? Run two errands and half the day is gone. Wtf.

Also, “lasts”.

You start to realize that there are things approaching that are the last time you’ll see or do something. The last time you visit where you grew up. Last time your kid lived at home. Last car you’ll ever own.

Yeah, the lasts suck.

I have to keep scrolling further and further back every year on age verification for websites.

Time feels way faster as you get older.

It's also pretty grim that the people you know are either dying, dead, or have a life altering illness that comes out of nowhere. I feel like there's a funeral in my family once a month, rather than once every decade.

A girl that stopped me on the street to ask directions concluded the exchange with “Thank you sir.”

Also, the waiters now automatically bring the bill to me when I have lunch with coworkers.

I don't distrohop or tinker with my Linux install anymore. I just install Linux Mint XFCE edition and don't even bother changing the background.

The realization that I may never live to see capitalism collapse

Lots of things like grey hair, moving more slowly, injuries that I would have bounced away from before instead hurting for weeks or months.

But the one that hit hardest was a breakup I had a little while back. She was the love of my life and I fully intended to marry her, and when she ended it out of nowhere I was sad, but fine. She dumped me, and it sucked, but I also needed to finish a staff report for a Planning and Zoning Commission meeting that night. So I moved on.

The thing that upset me most was that I wasn't that upset. There was a time in my life when I would have been a mess. But as I've aged, my emotions have become more regulated.

I miss being capable of that level of joy and pain.

Nobody mistakes me for a teenager anymore.

Kids call me "lady"

I want to go to bed at 9 PM

I get excited for new appliances

Male pattern baldness sucks, esp as a trans girl

Injuries take longer to heal and recovery from the gym is slower

Hangovers now take two days

Skin dries out much faster (though this might be due to E)

These are all cute, but when you start to lose your balance just turning your head or with basic movements, you really start to feel old.

It's only a matter of time before you start falling.

Once you start falling, you start dying slowly

Looks at a picture of a family dinner from 10 years ago. One third of the people are now dead…

It was when I tripped and fell over outside my house. The next day my neighbour said, "I hear you had a Fall."

Yes, when you're old you don't fall over, you "have a Fall". Everyone hearing about your Fall will make concerned noises. (I was perfectly fine! I'm not OLD old!)

Waking up with a new pain and having to make it the new normal.

Cuts and such heal WAYYYYY more slowly.

I also seem to bruise easier.

• At 30 you reach the peak.
• At 40 you start to have small health problems that don't go away and are mostly annoyance.
• At 50 you seek help because it's more than annoyance. You get your first permanent medication.
• At 60 it's somewhat limiting and for the first time causing Intermediate pain.
• At 70 it's debilitating and pain is a familiar companion. You might have your first seizures.
• At 80 if it hasn't killed you yet, it soon will. You are probably an invalid or close to it.
• At 90 if you are still hanging on, you are waiting for death and welcoming it.

That's pretty much it, ±10 years.

Losing the people you love in very different ways.

Every fart is a gamble

It takes exponentially longer to heal from physical injury. That's it so far, except for feeling calmer - older people are exceptional at emotional regulation, which oddly enough is why they are easier to scam, they don't freak out as quickly.

But mostly it's the slow healing. I am still strong and flexible but have to be careful and moderate because getting hurt will set me back much more than it used to.

My mom once made plans to come up here (she lived near Miami) to see Tab Benoit with some of her friends - by the day of the concert two of them were dead! She said "if you want to see your friend when you are old, go see them, don't make plans."

Gray pube.

The clothing styles I wore in middle school are cool now, except those damn low rise flares will not work on me at 40 because my mid-section would flab out everywhere. Damn kids.

My shoulder still hurts from last week when I slept funny.

The idea of staying out past 10pm sounds terrible.

I almost set up a breakfast date with a friend for 7am.

I'm really excited for a larger capacity water heater.

I'm starting to do that thing where I look down to focus on small text right in front of me.

I got excited about a sale on toilet paper. It was 50% off for 30 rolls of the really high quality one!

I don't enjoy gaming anymore

The rage inside has only ever increased. The older I get the more militant I get. By the time I'm 40 I'll be living in the forest defending my country from fascists with a bow and arrow.

diminished eyesight, especially at night.

oh, and of course, making some references that some of the youngsters don't understand.

(also, using the term "youngsters")

Got excited about a four slot toaster that I bought.

At age 30, I noticed I couldn't skimp on sleep anymore and hangovers were much worse than in my 20's.

In my mid-30's my eyesight started to blur and I had to start wearing glasses.

At 40, my digestion isn't as good as it used to be and I take supplements. Also, it's harder to memorize things now, and I no longer have the option of missing workouts or daily stretching, because I notice it much more if I haven't done these things.

Past 25 I started to realise I couldn't remember everything that everyone had said to me. This was also around the time I developed a social life, so it could just be that my brain had more to manage socially.

Past 30, I stopped caring about appearances so much and started working on developing mental skills. I was able to defend my beliefs better, make more on-the-spur jokes.

Past 35, I no longer care about anything. I have bouts where I'm in interested in building things, or conversing. But now? Eh, work/sleep is enough.

Hungovers last longer, so do injuries from sport, easier to put on weight, less patience for bullshit, more selective with whom I spend my time with... There are so many!

Whatever im doing i gotta be careful or ill fuck my back up

Driving at night just sucks.

Sounds strange but I feel like, they listen to me more at work. There is more respect to the things I say.

While listening to the oldies radio station and hearing music that was popular while you were in high school

My wife and I get excited every time we come across articles about exoskeleton tech. Can we expedite this a little? I want a mech suit—not a fucking wheelchair—when I reach that age.

Also, a note to the designers: make sure you can use the toilet with it. Extrapolating current trends, I suspect this will become one of my primary activities.

I worked construction from 14-20. Nowadays I work a cushy desk job. Still whenever we need something sone in our house (which is a lot, my house is a degrading shack) if it's something I'm comfortable doing I do it myself. Every once in a while there's a job that just kills me and I feel like I need a week to recover from.

Last weekend I put new drywall up on my kitchen ceiling. I used to do it all the time with ease, by myself, light work. Nowadays I'm glad my wife wasn't home to see me struggling. I had to pull out all my tricks and it was still fucking rough.

I’ve started to lose height as I get older instead of gaining it