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

Nah, not necessarily. Why shoot yourself in the foot like that?

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Yeah, and no amount of "but some women like older men!" rationalization can convince you.

Half your age plus seven is a widely accepted creepiness measure. (56 / 2) + 7 = 35

Over 30 is fine no matter what.

It’s in the ten commandments.

But I’m 110.

It’s ok, plenty of fly 62 year olds.

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I'm 3......6? and the half my age plus seven rule is not gonna wash tbh even if it were on any of the few cards I have left

With some slight modification (factoring in how ugly your face is divided by how horrifyingly unaesthetic your crinkly old knackers are) it could be called The Kissinger Delusion Equation.

Not kissing'er more likely

"What's the worst thing about being old, Alvin?"

"The worst thing about being old is remembering when you were young."

-- The Straight Story

I miss romantic love specifically and romanticism in general the most

Yes, that was good.

idk, decaying into an unthreatening, avuncular old gimp type figure has been the making of me tbh!

I waver between both those feelings but calstars otm mostly

just making the best of a situation with very few options tbh.

In some ways I feel blessed, especially when I see ppl my age with MS, Cancer, succumbing to boozer life etc.

the shift in hangover type from physical upset to existential dread

the last few years has been brutal to old drinker buddies of mine, long gone are the days where I could pass through a few pubs and be guaranteed to bump into a friend or two.

possibly the upside of my lifelong clinical depression is that it skews my memory. i don't remember the good parts of being young, only the bad parts.

Can I ask, how old are the people saying they miss romantic love/romanticism and why they feel it's gone away? Do they have relationships? Do they 'date' if not? If not why is that please?

I'm still annoyingly romantic fwiw

My kids are 3 and 7 and I have no plans to have more. It occurred to me the other day that I only have maybe a few more years where either of them will be all that affectionate to me, and in about two years neither of them will be a cuddly little fuzzball anymore. I almost started to cry. That is hands down the worst part of getting old for me -- the fact that that short, blessed time goes by so fast and will end, never to return.

I saw the post I wrote when I was 50, handily it's just above the "Skipping" void.

Apart from having sore eyeballs and now being "short and long sighted" much of what I wrote is still true.

Will check again in another eight years...

My 18 and 16 year olds are still quite affectionate. You don't have to lose that aspect. I was never that way with my own parents but I set out to be different in this regard and it's worked. My 12 year old is also affectionate, but the teenage years don't have to be some distancing thing. It probably helps that we live in a small apartment and no one has much space of their own at home.

while i am delighted at the awesome adults they've become, i get crushing sadness sometimes that the children that i loved are gone forever

my parental angst is sort of on the opposite end of that spectrum. In that he is 17 tomorrow and still completely dependant on me, and when I'm gone or incapable of looking after him anymore, then he will destined for some local authority sheltered accomodation type set-up which is not a good late night subject to think about.

things that make me sad about growing old

nostalgia, not in the sense of some vague fuzzy feeling but the growing conviction that there were some things that were genuinely better in the past. i don't want to be that sort of person.

dead friends. having dead friends sucks.

slowly acknowledging that things which once seemed, if not likely, then at least eminently possible, are not experiences i'm ever going to have.

the creeping sense of my own ultimate irrelevance.

mostly i feel that aging brings with it a sense of... i don't know... is saudade the word for it? it's not quite depression, at least, because there's an acceptance that goes with it.

the thought of my kids getting older (they're 4 and 2 now) does depress me sometimes, but on the other hand I really do look forward to the day where I can sleep past 7 and they don't need me for something every 30 seconds. the other day the older one kicked me out of his room (he was playing with his sister) and it was kinda sad, but also sorta awesome

My oldest is turning 10 later this year and it’s kid of blowing my mind

old enough for the bar iirc

that's for the association to determine after the exam!

increased health insurance premiums

Ophelia is 13 now. How the fuck did that happen? We were talking how in 5 yrs time she's off to university. "Yep, out of here!" I know she'll want to move out asap. (Elisabeth is more clingy.) I do feel sadness: she doesn't need us. Prefers to be on her own.

the shift in hangover type from physical upset to existential dread
― ɪmˈpəʊzɪŋ (darraghmac), Sunday, February 3, 2019 4:25 AM (two days ago)

This. Oh my god. This.

I've always felt the existential dread and it has yet to stop me.

Tho, yeah, tbh I don't think it's the hangover doing that.

for me it v definitely is, its new this last year and it's got a strong chance of ending my session days, which headaches etc never threatened to do

i guess i'm more or less okay with disintegration and the stone roses and doolittle being 30 years old

i'm *not* okay with them being the midway point between now and buddy fuckin holly tho

rapidly receding midway point

try not to think about Thriller being the halfway mark between now and a) George Jones beginning his career at age 16 and b) Frankie Laine's first gold record.

thriller the midpoint between now and world war 2 is a little more visceral

Think I’ve reached that point where my brain has started overwriting my years of accumulated trivia/table quiz gold with useful information, it’s a sad day when you have to google stuff you used to know.

Also every year is the year I think I might have to start dying my hair, except it might really be this year.

when I was a kid there were still lots of old rusty Anderson shelters strewn about in the wilderness that we used to play in. I think there was only one spotting of the Luftwaffe in W Yorkshire during ww2 and that was some straggler who got lost en-route to Manchester. anyways it troubles me thinking that the gap between now and the 80's is the same as between my childhood and ww2.

Dealing with aging parents

I don't need any of this "midway between" arcana to tell me I'm getting old. it troubles me to think I turn 65 this year. I took a big hit of stress over the past 20 months, so I'm feeling my age a lot more than before. I'm hoping to claw back some of my lost energy in the next few months, but there's no guarantee.

I pulled my calf muscle the other day. While I was asleep.

Oh the whole 'waking up to find I've pulled a muscle in my neck/shoulder/arm/leg/back' is absolutely classic.