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.

Gray pube.

Every fart is a gamble

Holidays are a blur. I don't remember individual years anymore, and every year I'm started at how quickly it became Christmas already.

Ffs we're halfway through February already. I was just putting up the tree like 3 days ago.

The realization that I may never live to see capitalism collapse

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.

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 was in a mosh pit for the first time in 7 years last year. I got fucking destroyed and was sore for about 2 weeks. I also slipped walking my dog during a big snow we had a few weeks ago and took me a little bit longer to get up than I used too. I am not old by any means and working on getting back in shape, but its starting :(

Not me, but my dad and his gf were at a headshop to get a new bowl/slide for their bong. They texted me and my wife to see "what the kids were calling them now a days" after a guess or two I said slide. They then went on a tangent how the people had no idea what they meant and kept trying to sell them a downstem lol. A few younger guys at my last job gave me shit for calling a banger a nail. Weed lingo sucks lol

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

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)

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.

my fucks slowly run out

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.

• 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.

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

• Your former school teachers die. At this point, I think the majority of mine is gone.
• Your gum recedes, and there's nothing you can do about it except to stop smoking. On a larger scale, your circulation gets worse because your erythrocytes become less elastic, for reasons still unknown. Add to this the most damaging impact of UV light and our atmosphere's oxygen - an objectively very aggressive chemical - and you start shriveling, just withering away from the outside. Molecular bonds are simply getting broken faster than they get repaired. Your insides last a bit longer, but their days are numbered, too.
• On the plus side, you'll get to learn new words for body parts you didn't even know you had.

I don't feel happy

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!)