I’m only 39 ☹️
I don’t get the 1st joke
Ancient one here.
I can detect other ancients when they give me their area code and then the phone number. The young ones just quickly rattle off the whole thing.
Do people not put spaces between each set of numbers?
“123… 456… 7890”
1950s here. Am I even allowed to reply, what with one foot in the grave and all.
Growing up in the 90’s, I was led to believe the 50’s were black and white.
Is this true?
(edit I’m still part of the “ancestors” the post mentions though)
1999 is 25 years old.
How old is a person who considers a 25-year-old “old”? 16? (I mean, besides Di Caprio)
Why does a 16 year old want to settle down?
They’re shitposting to rile up the olds
We prefer “The Ancient Ones”.
Protheans.
How old is a person who considers a 25-year-old “old”? 16?
This is a message my friend received from her 33 year old brother:
wtf
Shit.
Me sitting here still working a day job with my ancient, born-in-1970, worn-out self. Sounds like I should be retired already, if not dead.
They aren’t wrong though. Find yourself an old person. We just want to sit, eat, watch a little TV, and be in bed by 9.
Bonus: some of us know how to fix the shit that falls apart, and many of us even own a house.
Before you get all excited, I’m already taken. Some young thing already got me hitched (she was born in 1971).
Me sitting here still working a day job with my ancient, born-in-1970, worn-out self. Sounds like I should be retired already, if not dead.
Legend has it, that a ghost roams this cubicle. Sometimes, when the inbox is full, you can here him moan about missing paperclips.
Born in '92, wife born in '93. We own our home and work day jobs. The pay is fine. I mean, we own our house so I guess we’re doing better than a lot of others our age.
If I buy a thing, I go out of my way to buy something repairable. I’m not swapping board components, mind you, but I can swap a laptop battery, change my engine oil, replace a home thermostat, you get it. Plumbing, I refuse to do. I’ll do minor electrical work, but plumbing is a whole animal. It’s not a science. It’s wizardry. But small maintenance items I do all day. Last weekend, I cleaned my gutters and trimmed some small trees branches away from my house. That was probably $500 worth of work I did in an hour.
I just want to play my video games, eat good food, wrench on my aging car, and also be in bed by 9.
I do spin up a CD sometimes for the fun of it.
I won’t call us old yet, but I feel age creeping up on me. My heels hurt all the time and my knees don’t take going down stairs as well as they once did. Getting fat didn’t help, but I am down 25 pounds since early November. Got that going for me. And I did climb the stairs down the Space Needle at nearly 300 pounds. I’ve still got a little fight left in me.
But man, I’m not looking forward to 40.
I’m a few months shy of forty and my body has been racked with stroke damage among other maladies. Aging isn’t that bad. We’ll still be spry. As long as you move your body, your body will still move. Physical therapy in all its forms is important.
Plumbing, I refuse to do. I’ll do minor electrical work, but plumbing is a whole animal. It’s not a science. It’s wizardry.
Supply plumbing is no big deal (including soldering copper pipe); it’s the drain/vent side that’s intimidating.
Good job on the weight loss. That’s my current project, too.
I don’t own a scale, but today was the first time in adult life I could see my toes while standing straight.
My plan is to make 41 the year I’m in the best shape of my life.
Before you get all excited, I’m already taken. Some young thing already got me hitched (she was born in 1971).
Ugghh, you could at least be available for rent.
I could ask her. She might go for it.
One thing that young people don’t understand is that the entire world used to smell like cigarettes all the time. Photos and videos can’t really convey this effectively.
Those people are tied.
Old, young, we can debate this all day. But anyone around here (USA) in the 30-and-over bracket almost certainly feels tired as fuck this week.
This week/this month/this decade
I want off Mr Bones’ Wild Ride
My house/country/body*/century/planet
Get me out of here. (Scientists, biohackers, and/or aliens, let’s make a deal)
* outside of the skull, that is
This week, last week, probably next week too. Let’s slow down. No need to get too carried away.
Ha. I knew the fediverse was full of you old bastards. … So who’s got a house that’s nearly paid off? I find that very hot.
is 29 years from now “nearly”?
🙋♂️
It’s also falling apart and needs a new roof and probably 50k worth of various repairs done on top of that. I am also getting slowly taxed out of my neighborhood.
Same here except the being tax out of the neighborhood part. Also we have new windows and roof. But still need siding, painting, and inside needs lots of work.
I think you’ll have to look in the retirement segment for that. Us millennials had a bunch of trouble getting into the housing market but I think were eventually able to with parental help; we’re likely currently managing some mortgages OK.
The generations after us seem less able to get into the housing market even with parental aid. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, it’s not like a housing crisis could destabilise politics in general or anything.
🙋♂️
Bought around 12 years ago. Original plan was to live there for about 5 years and then get something bigger, make kids and rent my small house. So I financed it with low payments that it would be no financial burden for me.
Then I got busy, did not find a house I liked until all prices exploded. Here I am now: Although I earn much more I’m too poor to buy something bigger, while feeling guilty knowing how cheap my house was back then. It’s really fucked up.
1970s checking in. Can someone direct me to the nursing home? Tired doesn’t begin to describe it.
We need archaeologists according to OP.
I’ve been in “I’m tired boss” territory since November. I wanna be sedated until this is over.
We can’t afford nursing homes anymore. We’re going back to wandering into the woods to be eaten by coyotes to conserve resources for our loved ones.
We got perspective tho. Over the weekend I was talking to this kid who was a waitress at the Latino food place and she was freaking out about the situation, but I was like: This happens every 10-15 years, we can survive.
It’s exhausting though. I remember naively thinking it couldn’t get worse than Reagan. Dubya was an eye opener. Progression is going to have me taking up arms in my 70s.
At this rate, I’d happily vote for Nixon’s undead shambling corpse. Or maybe Taft.
71, we are the ancients.
We’re fossils.
Wtf
Now listen here you little shits…
I know it’s ragebait, but I will beat him with my cane and a bag of Werther’s Originals.
I’m gonna apply extra adhesive so my denture doesn’t come loose when I bite him.
I frequently work with teenagers. I am but dust and bones to most.
Catched this piece of exchange white commuting:
You don’t have to Sir me lol
But, you smell like old people
The Precursors
Spoiler
Cause they remember a world without cursors
Oh, Goddamnit. I’m gonna upvote you, but I want you to know that I’m not happy about it.
…
And just because I can’t resist being the “well, ackshully” guy, I think the little blinking line/box in a text editor is considered a cursor, so you’d have to remember punch cards to be a true precursor (or at the very least, the era before keyboards, but I’m sure someone can correct me there)
