Spent a nice chunk of my afternoon talking to a dear friend who I miss so much. (oh the magic of skype!) We somehow got on the topic of my age. That, well, er, um… That I’ll be turning 32 in a few months. Granted, she will be turning 32 a few weeks after that, but she didn’t wanna hear it.
After much cajoling (isn’t that an old man word? oops) she gave in, and admitted to a few factors that support my already obvious theory that we’re getting old.
Here’s what she said, in her own confessional words, “I know I’m getting old when:”
“…I don’t know who Justin Bieber is.”
“…My college graduation photos show clothing and hair that is painfully out of style.”
Ok Ok. Now I’m going to add my own:
I know I’m getting old when my husband reads this blog post over my shoulder and asks, “Who is Justin Beiber?” and I don’t really know the answer to that question. And if Holly is old because she doesn’t know the answer, and I’m two weeks older than Holly and I don’t know the answer to that question, and if I’m 4 months older than Drew and he’s asking that question, then the only logical conclusion is that I’m old.
[inhale]
Ok. Your turn!
Ya’ll are my age. YOU are NOT old. *ahem*
I think it’s best if I don’t answer this question…
Although I will say I have the aches and pains of a 65 year old. If that helps my case at all.
Miley Cyrus dresses like I used to in 3rd grade! Okay.done.
You know you are getting old when middle age people start holding the door for you.
You know you are getting old when that hot babe/stud you see is collecting social security.
You know you are getting old when kids are laughing at the horror movies that use to terrorize you.
You know you are getting old when you don’t know the latest slang, and don’t care.
You know you are getting old when being carded means showing your medicare card to the pharmacist.
You know your getting old when you realize that many of the things that use to really bother you just aren’t that important.
You know you are getting old when the word old holds no fear for you.
#2 made me laugh!
i know you googled him to figure out how to spell his name…hehe. love this. thanks for making me feel old. oh wait, i already did before we talked.
SHUSH!
le sigh.
“Ma’am.”
Proud of you for facing reality, Bethany.
I call everyone ma’am or sir, regardless of age….if that helps, Bethany!
It’s just a Texan thing…or…a Southern thing, really.
Justin who?
Young punks. Wait til you turn FORTY two.
Preach, bro.
I know I’m getting old when people about 11 years younger than me start feeling old.
We do have one thing in common for sure: I have no idea who Justin Bieber is either.
I like to think I’m hip but realize my frame of reference is stuck somewhere around 1985. People who were born in that year have degrees, jobs, marriages and in some cases families.
Sigh.
You know you’re getting old when you share your point of view at the coffee machine / water cooler and your more youthful colleagues laugh and exclaim (too loudly), “That’s what my DAD always says!”
And who is Mandy Thompson?
hahha
Mandy,
I asked that same question after seeing him on a magazine cover when I was getting a haircut Tuesday. I still have no idea who he is….
I know who Justin Bieber is!!! Does that mean I am still young??? I have a birthday that I am not really looking forward too as well in a couple of weeks….
At the same time though, I do not want to re-live m early 20s, they were wonderful years of my life for sure, but I like the wisdom that comes with age.
HELLO YOU!!!! And, well, you’re still young in my eyes. Especially if you’re aware of Justin Bieber!
I so know who Just Bieber is! I mean…I work/hang out with YOUTH. I (don’t) get paid to know these things!
But I still don’t know if I’m justified to answer this, seeing as how you might still consider me a yungin. Does it count that I turn 26 in, like, 13 days? Either way…
You know you’re getting old when….yyyyyyeah, I’m stuck.
Old======I think that word is used as an excuse. Maybe just a cop out.
Just wait until you are really there…
Aunt Fay
I can totally hear you saying this. You’ve got enough energy for decades, Aunt Fay!
All I know is… I’m with Mandy… turning 32 in June…
1. Whose Justin… who??
2. Talking to people who don’t know good cartoons and kids shows – ThunderCats, Fraggle Rock (muppet version!) and who rave over Elmo (yuck! Elmo killed Sesame Street!)
3. Singing along to a song you’ve grown up with and hearing people talk about classic or oldies…
4. For me, it was being in the Christian fellowship at my university for so long that I had 18 and 19 year olds looking up to me as a Father Figure….. talk about feeling old!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem.
Killed?
Elmo is awesome. . .
I heard Oscar isn’t in a trash can anymore.
And cookie monster doesn’t eat cookies, either. Veggies now, I believe.
So…. Elmo didn’t ruin it. People obsessed with being politically correct, and nutritionally correct, even in the eyes of four year olds ruined it.
Man Elmo’s World has a full 15 minutes…. aaaah….
And the puppet versions of Ernie and Bert used to rock… these animated things just don’t cut it…
But yeah, you’re right…. politically and nutritionally correct… It’s a wonder they didn’t cure Cookie Monster’s OCD…. but my God – VEGGIES!!!!! AAAAAAH!
They’ve KILLED Sesame Street!!!!!!
Sing with me, Big Bird, “Alphabeckeestephelmonoquestuvertzzz…..” or Grover in “Be my echo/Sing what I sing/Follow the leader and SIIIIING… .AAAFFFTEER MEEEE!!!!!!!!” YEAH!
that little bieber kid sounds like a woman.
In his pre-pubescent years, he’ll be fine. But what happens when little boy gets a big boy voice? …… Time will tell. Muhaha.
thirty two isn’t old. Seriously.
I started feeling really old when kids I used to babysit started graduating from college.
ouch. Glad I never babysat!
I just had this conversation in my head and with a friend a few days ago.
Mine included:
The dental assistant at your dentists makes a comment that it’s usually a people of specific age that need the neck pillow and she didn’t mean young people.
You end up going with the big container of Benefiber rather than the small one.
You know you’re getting old when you hear on the radio that the “New Kids On The Block” are having a reunion tour and you have no idea who they were when they were who they were.
You know you’re getting old when people try to guess your age and, somehow, add ten or fifteen years to your actual age.
You know you’re getting old when somebody starts a sentence with, “As a wise man once said…” And you’re the “wise man”, but you can’t for the life of you remember saying it.
You know you’re getting old when you need a pen and a notepad to convince yourself that you’re not going senile.
You know you’re getting old when you can tell the weather is changing before it changes just because you can feel the weather changing somewhere in your body somehow.
You know you’re getting old when your scalp gets sunburn.
And you REALLY know you’re getting old “What you used to do all day takes all day to do!”
Nuff said!
I turn 37 in a few weeks.
THAT, my friend, is older than you.
oops