Isn’t Time cruel? Why does it fly by so fast? Where are all the years going?
If you asked me when the Afterword started, I’d probably guess around last year some time. But I bet you it was 2009 or something.
And when did George Harrison die? Couple of years ago, something like that?
I hate getting old.
I am 51 you know…
I feel your pain. I was at a friend’s 50th birthday party last night, and my own 50th is in a few weeks time. I’ve done all the sums, and there’s no arguing with the arithmetic, but it just doesn’t feel right.
I’m 47 and currently researching false teeth.
A couple of years ago was my tenth Wedding Anniversary – at the time I was convinced it was 8 years (tops)
Damn you chronology!
Time is marching on
I’m not sure exactly when the original Word (before the Afterword) community started; I think it was 2007, but I’m not great with dates. However, I know it was definitely going in 2008 (I remember posting when my daughter was born…)
The Afterword, in its current form, was launched in 2012 when Word magazine folded.
And apparently these days I’m 41. And I have sciatica. When did that happen?
Vulpes was certainly blogging before me and it was bloody ages ago.
What I’ve noticed recently is – there’s so much stuff to be aware of that, whatever you pay attention to, (and grow old alongside, so that the ageing isn’t apparent – boiling frog-style), there’s a lot more that is bubbling away in the background unnoticed. When it does appear on your radar – like, for example, the cast of Trainspotting/T2 – there’s a real sense of time whistling past and leaving you in the dust.
There comes a time – perhaps in your 40s – when you visit your home town and don’t recognise old school friends. Prior to that you could, even if they’d lost their hair or had hard paper rounds you could recognise the child’s face underneath everything. Then that goes.
I’ve heard that it’s after 45 or so that the ageing process really kicks in. Perhaps not coincidentally, when people have plotted happiness against age, there seems to be a minima around 46. So, cheer up folks, it’s all upwards after 45!
Recognizing different ages in the face people have currently – this is fascinating. People in young to middle adulthood seem to possess both their younger selves and premonitions of what they will look like as they age further. Sometimes this can be done by mentally covering up their full head of hair/bald patch.
But I’ve come to the obvious conclusion that age is a function of health and well being more than anno domini – a life of stress shows itself in the lines that those with easier lives don’t have – a hard physical life will bend and cripple the body in a way that a lithe Jagger will not experience. Speaking as a late dad, I’m very much feeling the effects of toting around 0-6 year olds, and staying awake to cater to their needs.
By and large nothing much changes except one gets a bit slower in both thought and action. No need to worry though. In a few years time you probably won’t remember how old you are anyway.
ps. Some of us around here are old enough to be your fathers you whinging whippersnappers.
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I’m 70 in August, FFS. Only a year or two after my 60th. No party, I’m just going to set up shop in a whisky bar in South Brisbane and hold court, and anybody who wants to join me can. I will get completely hammered, while of course still paying due respect to the many fine whiskies I will be, er, sampling.
Tonight Mr B will be rubbing ibuprofen gel into my lower back, before I spray his newest muscle strain (from coughing) with Deep Freeze. We’re having a middle aged evening.
My nana used to use Deep Heat all the time. I associate wintergreen oil with ageing. the first time I had a root beer I thought of her.
I recently get back in touch with some friends from uni. Ok it’s been a decade or two, no actually 37 years since we started. What? I also consider myself a relative newcomer to Canada but it’s been 12 years! And my daughters 10.
I turned 63 the other day. I like it when people say “you don’t look 63”. Although I’m slightly put off when that’s followed by “actually I don’t know what you’re supposed to look like when you’re 63”.
When my parents were 63 they lost a daughter, my sister, to cancer.
I think about these numbers all the time
I was carded in the cinema the other day when presenting a senior voucher someone gave me for Christmas. Since the lad was about 20, I suspect it was because everybody over 45 looks the same to him.
Our local community centre was advertising a fun run a few months back. They had a category for runners for over 40 which was called “Veterans”. My wife had a field day with that one.
parkrun categorise Veterans as anyone aged 35 and over
I was looking to join a football league over here (US) and was directed to the Seniors League.
I will be 42 next month…that ain’t right?!
When do you become vintage?
When you get polished till you gleam, escorted to a park on a flat bed trailer for people to come and stare at you, and you are never really allowed out on your own any more, except for a gentle spin on Sundays?
I have my pensioner’s bus pass, plus a spam head, stiff knees and stiff ankles.
My moobs are coming along nicely too.
I am 61 in a couple of months, but I don’t know how, because my fortieth birthday party was only 18 months or so ago.