When your mind and body doesn’t correlate eachother anymore as they used to. Your body wants to say “hey! lets go out and do things!” but your mind tends to go “Nah, I just want to sit here and think about stuff” and sometimes it is the opposite.
No longer being welcome in spaces you helped build.
Holy shit that hits hard
would you drink Bailey’s from a shoe?
Doors close and options narrow. The way you think about the future fundamentally changes.
You have to remember not to project your decline onto culture, society, and the world. You have to remember that many, many things are better now than when you were young.
The lack of energy and the rise of depression.
All your freinds start dropping dead like flies.
While I haven’t yet had that happen, they’re all talking about retiring soon, they all have hearing issues, and none of us have energy to have fun anymore
I am 68 so it’s prime time for boomer friend pop offs right now. I was 100% healthy until 59 and then I got a pinched nerve in my back, sciatica and neuropathy all within 6 months. Now I can only walk 10 paces and I have to sit. I don’t have a fair assessment of aging cuz that shit stepped in but if I did not have all that crap I would just say arthritis bugs me.
When you’re peeing and you finish peeing, so you put it away and then you pee a little more in your pants
Female here, but iirc that last little bit came down fresh from your kidneys into your bladder as soon as the bladder empties. I just wait like a minute til that extra comes out before I finish up if I’m not wearing a liner and it works. Idk if it would work for men tho? Hopefully? 😂
That’s why you gotta use a plug
Getting old is a sniper’s alley. You’re running through, and all around you people are getting picked off, dropping to the ground. Cancer, stroke, dementia, falling down the stairs. Somehow you’re still going, brilliant! But then you find a lump, or get chest pains…
So far I’m one of the lucky ones, still dodging the bullets but hoping for a good clean end when it’s my turn.
I’m hit! Woman down! Slipped on the ice and am now in hospital with a fucked-up knee. Waiting for an MRI scan, spending the night here. Codeine isn’t helping, hoping for some hillbilly heroin.
On the bright side I have excellent friends and neighbours. I feel loved.
I didn’t fart all the time when I was younger
I don’t know if there’s anything unique about aging. The shittiest part of aging IMO is the random life-changing medical events you cannot foresee or prevent. It could be as simple as stumbling on uneven ground and tearing your ACL, or as extreme as being diagnosed with some unusual cancer.
Minor injuries or illnesses taking forever to heal…
Or hangovers. Honestly I can’t drink anymore because a single beer makes me tired and a second beer leaves me with a hangover. Where’s that buzz that used to make a beer or two enjoyable?
I’m me of the fundamental changes for me was ……
FROM: oh good a new project to learn, a new tool to buy
TO: I don’t want to deal with fixing that again or having to buy yet another tool. How expensive can it be to just pay someone and have it done?
Sometimes things just stop working for no apparent reason, and you phone the doctor then play the “well, hopefully this isn’t permanent” waiting game which is fun. Current case: earwax or just deaf in one ear now?
I was told once many years ago by a retired (kinda) member of a major biker gang the following:
“Getting old ain’t for pussies.”
I was around twelve, he wasn’t lying, I’m forty-six now. All the stupid crap you have done early on in your life will come back around and cause aches and pains. You have to force yourself to keep moving through the pain or you will end up doing next to nothing every chance you get.
My mind has always kept me at home so I can’t say much there, I’ve never been to a club and rarely go to bars. I’m just not a social person.
That quote is actually from a former German TV celebrity, Joachim Fuchsberger. It’s the title of his 2011 autobiography.
https://www.amazon.de/Altwerden-ist-nichts-für-Feiglinge/dp/3579067605
Having to wait a few seconds after peeing to make sure that you’re really done peeing becaue sometimes there’s that little surprise burp at the end that if you put your dick away too soon will be a spot on your underwear. Not a big one, mind you; you’re not peeing yourself. Just that last little straggler running to catch up.
That’s why I’m one of the few guys that actually wipes down after pissing because I don’t want that. It’s uncomfortable as well as embarrassing to deal with.
Too many times I’ve witnessed other guys who’d be done with their business and zip up without a care. Their crotches have to be smelling like piss and that’s just gross.
Pulling a muscle because I sneezed too hard.
Worrying about if I’ll have enough to retire on, if I can retire at all. Worrying about health, the drop in spice tolerance, waking up stiff. Eyesight starting to deteriorate. Wanting to be more social, but would often rather just stay home. Maybe not so unique, but worth a mention.
With a lot of experiences, many things feel repetitive and uninteresting. Making sure not to bring that energy everywhere takes a bit of practice. Health worries of course. People you know also getting old or disappearing. Losing parents if you haven’t already. Being expected to just get up and adult your way through it, somehow. And you do.
With a lot of experiences, many things feel repetitive and uninteresting. I’m here in my professional life and I still have 20 or so years to go. Even new jobs end up beings about the same types of issues, only with a shit ton of info to swallow before you know what you’re doing…
