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.
55m here.
Half the energy, but still all the work plus some to do.
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.
Losing the physical abilities that you’ve relied on your whole life. Had back surgery 3 years ago. I can barely walk now because of pain in my hips. My strength is gone. It’s a fucking kick in the dick.
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?
No longer being welcome in spaces you helped build.
would you drink Bailey’s from a shoe?
Holy shit that hits hard
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…
Making sure not to bring that energy everywhere takes a bit of practice.
I remember an interview of Quincy Jones where he was just shit talking popular music of that time (maybe early 2010s), and ran through a bunch of examples, basically explaining where every musical element (particular chord progressions, instrumental combinations, beats/rhythms, etc.) that made it into whatever current popular song, was first pioneered by some recording artist he had worked with in some earlier decade.
He obviously knew a ton about music, from classical to jazz to pop to hip hop to country, but it was an interesting glimpse into the mind of a person who was basically saying “I’ve realized there’s nothing new to me anymore.”
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
Things take just that little bit longer to do. Walking somewhere, shopping, mowing, even getting ready to go out. I have to adjust my timetable, extend the time it takes to do things, which cuts into my day, leaving less time for the things I want to do. Which always happened, it’s just that now it takes longer.
As a very tall dude, back pain.
I deal with early onset arthritis pain occasionally, but back pain legit sucks way more!
Even as short boy, backpain sucks
I don’t wanna sound degrading, butt fuck that must suck.
Also take an aspirin or two before your cyclobenzaprine.
It doesnt hurt that much for me. Took some money and bought a new office chair. My back already feels lots more relaxed
Link a mfer to that chair!
Yes sir! Here you are!
Its really comfortable and feels beautiful its build for taal people but my tiny ass still is so smooth and relaxed on it. I do not know if you can get it though
the thing you realize as you get older is that the spine is holding the whole shitshow together, and you rely on it constantly. so when it’s fucked, everything is fucked.
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.
Need a longer runway.
The warmup takes ages, no matter what I’m doing.
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.
The lack of energy and the rise of depression.
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.
