When you need your kid to disable the features on your tv so you don’t fuck it up and have to watch Green Acres in Cantonese...
When my kids graduate college and go on their merry way, the tv can go with them. I can't even turn it on, and can't be bothered to figure it out. I just put a new stereo in the old C10 that we are resto-modding. I had to get my son to set it up for me. When I was his age, you took the radio out of the box, slung it into the hole in the dash, and turned one knob to listen to Van Halen.
I put down a very large pallet of St Augustine grass yesterday. The prep is the back breaking work. I put down one Two years ago with not much prep work needed but this go around just about killed me. 2 years older didn’t help any.
Addendum: You spend half an hour looking for the bifocals hanging on a string around your neck, to read “Signs you are getting older” threads to see if you have any symptoms.
Or you forget that you pushed your reading glasses up onto your forehead and wonder out loud that you cannot find them.
When you look in your rear view mirror and you're being tailgated and you look at your speedo and you're doing 32 in a 35.
You know you're getting old when the sign at the bar says " you must be born before this date in XX year"......you initially start comparing it to the year you graduated high school. Once the signs pass that date.......all hope is lost.
In my 20s I always had a cool story for my injuries, now I wake up, and I’m injured? Woke up yesterday with a damaged cornea, having to take eye drops every hour, on the hour, until I meet the surgeon tomorrow. Completely blind in my right eye, but at least I have an excuse to dress like a pirate. Argh! Argh? Sigh... my boys want me to consider a laser eye, I concur. WTF, injured from sleeping?!
Three wheels instead of two, floorboards instead of pegs or rearsets, and cupholders instead of lap timers...........nuff said.
What the heck? Hopefully you scratched it in your sleep and it will heal by itself over time, and you just get to be a pirate for awhile. Argh!
What if reading this causes fond memories of way back when you were comparing legal age birthdates to the year you graduated high school?
Or way back when the birth date of the playboy centerfold was more than 9 months after the date you lost your virginity...
Yep! The first time getting older actually got an emotional reaction was when I realized legal bartenders were born after I graduated high school... Then I ordered a beer and got over it