Edit: We have established that everyone here is in fact old.
Like, I say that I’m getting old. I make jokes all the time about being middle aged. But I never really felt old until now, you know?
This realisation is brought to you not by random aches and pains, not by the ever-increasing number of grey hairs, not even by my long list of old lady hobbies.
But rather by how much I’m looking forward to spending a thrilling Friday night *checks notes* watching Top of the Pops reruns with the folks over on Mastodon. It’s kind of hilarious because the rest of the week the #TOTP tag is usually all internet security and whatnot, and then we just shamelessly take it over for a couple of hours every Friday.
Missed it last week because husband was out somewhere so we caught up later, but it wasn’t the same without the live tooting gang. Really excited to get back to the routine!
What have I become 😭
Tell me about your exciting Friday night plans a day early, that I may live vicariously. Or maybe join me in my grumbles about advancing age, idc, just distract me from all the work I’m not doing right now.
One of these days you will wake up and realize you’ve been saying “I’m getting old”, when in fact you already are old. That happened for me a week ago when I was at a friend’s party. He invited his friends and his family. I met this guy who I thought was my friend’s dad’s friend, but he told me he went to highschool with my friend. It was at that moment I realized we’re fucking old. It’s hard to deny when you think people your age are people who are friends with your friend’s dad, based on their appearance.
Oh that is grim. My husband is about 10 years older than me, and we recently got new next door neighbours who are probably about 10 years younger than me. I’m here thinking “cool, young people are rare round here, maybe we’ll be friends and do young people things together”.
…turns out my husband went to school with one of their dads 😭
Ouch!
I once dated a woman ten years older than myself. She had two kids.
Several years later I started dating a woman ten years younger than me. I was telling her stories about how awkward my ex’s oldest kid was. Turns out she went to school with my previous girlfriends kids. She remembered the kid exactly as I described.
Not like, same class or anything, but my new girlfriend was a senior when my ex’s oldest kid was a freshman.
It’s weird to think about things in that context. At first I thought I was cool because I was able to bridge generations. Then I realized that “generations” are a construct, ultimately irrelevant to the actual passage of time. The arrow of time is inevitable. Entropy will increase, space will grow. And as long as humanity persists, we’ll likely end up in the same physical and metaphysical place just hoping we did the right thing so maybe people might remember us for a generation or two after we die.
We spend so much time, effort and emotion on things that are ultimately meaningless in the face of the creeping heat death of the universe.