Things That Make You Feel Old (1 Viewer)

When you can't sleep for more than six hours because stuff starts hurting you might be old. When your great grand nephew is showing of his kids 2nd birthday you might be old.

So yeah, being old is making me feel old.
 
Realizing that a good number of your favorite teachers (especially grade school) have to be dead by now
I was just thinking that the teachers taught hundreds or thousands of students in their career

Was I one of their favorites?

20, 30, 40 years later did any of them ever randomly think:

“I wonder what happened to little Optimus Prime?”
 
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I was just thinking that the teachers taught hundreds or thousands of students in their career

Was I one of their favorites?

20, 30, 40 years later did any of them ever randomly think:

“I wonder what happened to little Optimus Prime?”
Several of my elementary school teachers were nuns in their 50s and 60s back then and I know that some have passed on.

I guess I was one of those puzzling kids. Straight-A student that enjoyed playing the dozens, kissing the girls, and telling jokes.
When it was time to give gold stars, the nuns would get to my name, sigh, shake their heads, and reluctantly stick the star on my paper. My parent-teacher conferences were interesting. :hihi:
 
Putting on underwear yesterday after my shower, I pulled a small muscle on my inner thigh/groinular area. I didn't lose my balance or anything, it just pulled. Hurts, but I learned my lesson. No more underwear for me.
 
I still have an Olympus OM-20 with 3 different lenses, a doubler for them, flash, and auto winder. I took it out just now to see if it still works but it seems the shutter and winding lever in stuck. It likely needs a complete break down and cleaning/oiling of the gears. I bought it used from a guy I served with in the Navy in 84 or 85 for $20.00 and took tons of pics with it of various places in the Med and Pacific and of flight deck operations from the top of the Island on the carriers I was on.

 
I would always prick my fingers and hands when pulling weeds. My wife found some gardening gloves on Amazon and it’s like wearing a suit of armor, but soft. Not even rose thorns can stab me anymore.

I love those freakin gloves!

When I was in my 30s, I would laugh at rose thorn pricks, wipe the blood on my shirt, and finish whipping the landscaping’s arse. Now, I need prick-free gloves and safety goggles to protect my dainty hands and beautiful eyes.

Late 40s is the new 80. :mad:
 

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