Gray pube.
Every fart is a gamble
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
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
That the experience the issues old people told you about. My lumbar is always achy
The realization that I may never live to see capitalism collapse
I have to keep scrolling further and further back every year on age verification for websites.
If the website only uses two digit years, eventually you’ll hit a time where you don’t need to scroll at all.
I notice the 55 and older menu. Save some money!
Feeling confident without makeup.
Realizing that the pillars of success written by governments or institutions is bullshit and caring more about good people.
Feeling comfortable with a small social bubble. Quality over quantity.
Valuing naps over parties. 😴
Losing the people you love in very different ways.
Whatever im doing i gotta be careful or ill fuck my back up
Sounds strange but I feel like, they listen to me more at work. There is more respect to the things I say.
I’ve also found that I’m more outspoken when I see mistakes happening or calling out when people are being foolish.
I don’t get it, the year on the calendar keeps getting bigger, and I can’t figure out why.
The rage inside has only ever increased. The older I get the more militant I get. By the time I’m 40 I’ll be living in the forest defending my country from fascists with a bow and arrow.
