Poll: what's the worst part of getting old?

oh, i got one of those nostrims too.

i knew a guy who, in his early 20's, used to keep a nosehair trimmer in his glovebox so he could take care of that while he was stuck in traffic. (he was an astonishing combination of weird and vain that you don't see every day)

lol at the marketing materials using young guys instead of, y'know:

http://www.waycooldogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/old-man.jpg

My grandmother is 95 and pretty senile - she lives in one giant present and barely remembers what she did the day before. She still knows who I am, though and is always happy to see me. I ask her how she's doing and she tells me she always has fun. I don't know if that's because she doesn't remember not having fun or to humor me or simply because she's having fun being w/me when she answers. If that's as bad as it gets, I could bear it. I do hope her body gives out before her mind does entirely, though.

Like having young women advertising slippers, etc..

There's nothing wrong w/a little manscaping, Thermo. I usually do it the same day I'm trimming my nails or some other only occasional bit of upkeep.

Meanwhile, it's those old guys used for finding college scholarships online, etc.

i do a little too. something about doing it in traffic with that thing tho, was a touch only he could put on it.

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Yeah, I hear you. It sounds as neurotic as it is vain, though, like he was trying to maximize his productivity during those fallow moments of his life that circumstances were stealing from him. Hope he never got rear-ended...

Considering the chunks I've taken out of my legs in shaving attempts over the years, the thought of shoving miniature whirling electric razorblades up my nostrils and into my ear canals is just fucking terrifying, really

the thing I dread most is: 'Fear of falling/fear of injury/loss of physical courage'.

though, I suppose due to reduced energy levels, it is possible that I won't want to do anything other than sit in a rocking chair anyways.

I am *terrified* of dying, of not existing. It would seem this is not usual and to be honest I cant explain why I am, I just like my life plenty thanks very much and I dont want to cease living it.

Perhaps when I've been crippled with aches/cancer/heart attacks later in life I may heartily change my tune.

The older I get the less afraid I am of death. I don't believe in an afterlife or anything so not existing doesn't really seem bad to me. Dying is another thing altogether since I'm a wuss and hate pain/illness etc. I guess the only thing that scares me about death is not being able to do/experience certain things I'd like to do before it happens.

Because I was not well around the age of 25, I'm more happy about each year: Still here, still healthy, faculties intact, still learning new stuff, levels of bafflement decreasing if anything...

I love existing too, but I mean, if I don't exist anymore, I'm not going to care either way at that point, right?

yes but the 'I'm not going to care either way at that point, right' part is scary.

i felt better when I read last night that Keanu Reeves' knees are bothering him.

"'chris', people say to me - 'chris, life is short! life is SO SHORT!' no it's not. life isn't short. life is long. especially when you make bad decisions."

ha!

It's a minimum of 30 years in some establishments!

Myonga: many thanks. I pray you haven't got the earliest Nerve stuff, though.

― clemenza

Nope, but I definitely read a few of 'em. I even remember a particular line from your New Order "Substance" review!

at age 36 i have arthritis in my hip and in my SI joint. FUCKING AWESOME!

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interesting results, thx voters

...now I can't remember if I even voted. I must be getting old.

Next poll: What age is Old?

damn, totally missed this thread but would've gone with memory loss, no contest.

forgetting where the good bodies are buried

:|

i've always had a shite memory. you get used to it.
it's the energy loss that i went with.

am happy to see baldness got no votes

Seeing my chest hair go gray is more of a bummer than I would have expected.

I started going grey (on my head, ha) in my 20s!

The aging thing I'm most suffering from I think is less energy, and the metabolism blowout. Hearing's fucked too but thats nothing to do with age.

man I'm falling to pieces in a bunch of different ways & places but I gotta say that getting older is really way less of a bummer than late-teens me feared. knees/joints/slower metabolism/former-tweaker-teeth-problems are a drag but really...I prefer older me to younger me in practically every way. older me is a nicer fucking guy and can see past the end of his nose. younger me can kiss older me's ass tbh

younger me can kiss older me's ass tbh

can someone photoshop this

Seeing my chest hair go gray is more of a bummer than I would have expected.

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I have been shaving my head for too many years to keep track of what's going on up there, but I think this is happening inside my nostrils right now.

Not so much reduced energy levels, but aching joints. Combined with a sudden surge in energy, the results can be like the dancing contest in the final episode of Black Books.

I think the worst part of getting old is not being able to enjoy things you used to because that past time has been usurped by young people and does nothing but make you look and feel old.

pasttime

pastime

really, is it spelled pastime??

pastyime

nasty in the pasty(time)

Yeah its pastime. And yeah I agree, i hate going to say, an indie club and feeling like a lame old chancer. It blows. I'm still 21 dammit!

i hate going to say, an indie club at all at my age, too loud and young people are annoying and gross

Ha yes well, that as well.

The last few times ive gone to a goth club I've been all "jesus turn it down, and wtf is with this smoke machine bullshit and WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE". And i hated it.

Having to visit my grandmother in a retirement home on the closed second floor is depressing. Yesterday I was sitting in the communal (?) room and everyone just sat there drooling or shouting. My grand has alzheimer and parkinson. She knows who I am but otherwise she remembers very little about the day before or when, for example, my mother was born. I do feel a bit sad but then again she was a super bitch. Now she's soft and easy. But still... this is sth I would hate: in diapers, drooling and being carted off to your room by a stranger. The world passes by and you just wait to die.

Going out clubbing is absolutely the one. I'm sure it's perfectly acceptable in London to go to a club at 31, but in my hometime it's strictly for the yout'. I went to check out a little club thing above a pub the other week and felt like a complete goon every time I tried to dance.

geez I only *started* clubbing around 29-30.

Getting turned off to going to clubs/parties is a GOOD THING imo. Getting old (31) has allowed me the freedom to indulge my anti-social tendencies and now that i people no longer call me to asking 'what's going on tonight?' I have the freedom to just chill at home, read a book, play some videogames, etc. Stuff I'd really rather do!