Shit that reminds you that you’re getting old - Re: Fwd: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Damn young’uns

Kind of a small thing but hanging out with my younger brother and a couple mutual friends at his house (I’m 39 and brother is 35 for context) my brother has two twin girls, age 6. The adults are sitting around in the living room, laughing and talking about general bullshit: jobs, family, relationships, local news etc when the kids wander in wanting to join in. We all make them feel welcome and go back to the conversation but within ten minutes the girls get incredibly bored and leave to go play on their own.

Reminded me of my brother and me as kids doing the same thing with our parents when they would have their friends over. We wanted to “be part of the big people group” but would quickly get bored and leave to go play outside or some vidya because “the old people are so boring and don’t talk about anything fun!”

My brother, our friends and I have officially become “the boring old people”
 
Way more people I remember from tv and film are dead now than are alive, and the ratio keeps increasing year on year. My version of doomscrolling is looking up cast lists for shows and movies I remember fondly, and seeing if I can find anyone's bio that lists them as still alive (unlikely) or even still working (extremely unlikely).
 
A friend of mine bought me the Command & Conquer Ultimate Collection. I'm here mostly for Red Alert 2, which I played as a child when my dad was away. Ditto for Generals and Zero Hour.

My nostalgia tells me I should be having fun but I just can't. :'( Always thinking about my upcoming appointments, tomorrow's schedule, the news.... and I can't help but alt-tab out to check on stuff.

Awareness that actions have consequences is the marker of adulthood.
 
When you actually go out your front door and yell "get off my lawn you goddamn kids" to a lawn with goddamn kids on it and then you realize what you just did.
Kids and adults come into my garage frequently (where I work 90% of the time with the door open) and I want to scream at them to gtfo and leave me alone, but I am too non confrontational to do so. So instead I use my mom voice and gently explain why they cant be in here, especially with power tools and kilns running. I wish I could overcome my female socialization to adopt a deep gritty Clint Eastwood voice to yell at them when needed. Its crazy, I have a 3×5 Ft 'NO SOLICITING' sign I made to put prominently out front while I work so solicitors dont bother me, and STILL I get grown men and women that come by and stand there staring at me with a business card while I am using a cutting torch like they want me to just stop what I am doing and have a chat. Cant they see the open flame, slag bits flying, and me wearing ppe? Im busy, fuck off! Maybe another few years and I will have matured further and be granted my 'Get Off My Lawn!' voice.
 
Kids and adults come into my garage frequently (where I work 90% of the time with the door open) and I want to scream at them to gtfo and leave me alone, but I am too non confrontational to do so. So instead I use my mom voice and gently explain why they cant be in here, especially with power tools and kilns running. I wish I could overcome my female socialization to adopt a deep gritty Clint Eastwood voice to yell at them when needed. Its crazy, I have a 3×5 Ft 'NO SOLICITING' sign I made to put prominently out front while I work so solicitors dont bother me, and STILL I get grown men and women that come by and stand there staring at me with a business card while I am using a cutting torch like they want me to just stop what I am doing and have a chat. Cant they see the open flame, slag bits flying, and me wearing ppe? Im busy, fuck off! Maybe another few years and I will have matured further and be granted my 'Get Off My Lawn!' voice.
They are fascinated, b/c no one knows how to do shit anymore.

Take pity on the younglings at least - show them how to swing a hammer.
 
I do the same thing..."this song isn't a classic oldie, it came out in...35 years ago."
Fuck, I'm old.

I was listening to the radio today and they played "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" by Tears For Fears. Then the DJ comes on and says the song was released 39 years ago this month. How did that happen?:(

This also means I went to Kindergarten almost 40 years ago. I remember every day the teacher had us recite the date and year. The year is 1985....😵‍💫

Also, every time they play Johnny B. Goode on that station they add the clip where the bandmember is calling his cousin Chuck Berry. Back to the Future will be 40 years old next year. I watched it on VHS when the home release came out. On a giant metal behemoth of a VCR from Radio Shack.

I feel so old.
 
I realized this morning that I've been wearing contact lenses for FORTY YEARS. And that I currently have 10 pairs of glasses - for non-contacts days I have different strengths for driving, for general walking around, for TV, for computer work at work, for computer work at home...and recently, glasses for reading when I'm wearing the contacts because I can't fucking focus on anything within 2 feet with them in. And they're multifocal. JFC.

Upside: I can no longer be too lazy to take out my contacts at night because I can't read in bed in glasses and can't read with the lenses in without them.

(:_(:mad::(:cringe:*sigh*

This also means I went to Kindergarten almost 40 years ago. I remember every day the teacher had us recite the date and year. The year is 1985....😵‍💫
Imagine remembering seeing Tears for Fears in concert. :-/
 
When we moved back to California after my dad left the service, my parents bought a small three bedroom house for $35K, and their house payment was $115. This was 1974.
Saw a british parliament type figure quit the job cause he couldn't afford living where he did on the wage.

Saw another graph of a London home from first purchase to newest resale; up 800%.

I don't even hope for a home at this point. Not that I got anything that requires it; partner, kids, dogs, hobbies.
 
Way more people I remember from tv and film are dead now than are alive, and the ratio keeps increasing year on year. My version of doomscrolling is looking up cast lists for shows and movies I remember fondly, and seeing if I can find anyone's bio that lists them as still alive (unlikely) or even still working (extremely unlikely).
My only goal in life is to outlive the cast of Saved By The Bell.

Finding a stash of porn magazines in the shallow woods. They'll never see that anymore.
There was probably more porn in the woods than in stores. Now porn is at home, the stores are empty, and the woods are full of furries.
 
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