Feeling my age
Just imagine for a moment you have been in an accident.
You are lying there in your hospital bed with a temporary but total loss of memory.
A nurse is sitting by your bed filling in a form, and she asks you your age.
What would you say?
Your only clue to your age is how old you actually feel. For the sake of argument, you have a [temporary] loss of sensation in your limbs, so there are no muscle twinges or joint aches to give any hints.
I would say somewhere in my early thirties. I might dither a bit between mid twenties and mid thirties but I would probably plump for thirty. I’d be happy with that. It’s just about how old I feel, though sometimes I do confess to an odd relapse into my early twenties.
So here I am, happily enjoying life as a thirty year old when my phone bleeps at me and reminds me that it’s my daughter’s birthday. So my thirty year old brain starts to calculate how old she is.
She’s older than me.
There is nothing like having a daughter who is older than you think you are yourself for reminding you that you are in fact getting on a bit.
If the nurse asked me now how old I am, I’d say around a hundred.
Just remember – you are only as old as you feel. Or, if you are lucky, the woman you feel!!
Very true. Unfortunately the joints tell a different story. I think my days of running up the Sugar Loaf may soon be coming to an end.
We were allowed a day out to climb the Sugar Loaf after our Leaving Cert – some fucking reward eh!!!!
You didn't get the message? "It's all uphill from now on"…
I quite often refer to the difficulties of being a 35 year old stuck in a 64 year old body.
I have to admit to feeling quietly pleased when my daughters (32 and 25) tell me "Hey Dad, you're pretty cool for an old geezer.", even though it's a bit of a back-handed compliment. The danger, of course, is trying to behave like you're in your thirties and making a complete prat of yourself. I try to project an air of gravitas befitting my age, but it's not always easy…
I have a little golden rule that saves a lot of embarrassment. If you find me at a party, I'll be quietly and endlessly muttering to myself "You will not dance. You will not dance". Works every time except for those times it doesn't.
Ha! Yes, it's efficacy is in inverse proportion to the amount of alcohol consumed, I find. 🙂
Is this the backhanded way of wishing your daughter a happy birthday? If so, it's about as backhanded as I've ever seen.
On another note, I once felt my age but it didn't respond which depressed terribly. So I stopped feeling it.
I wished her a happy birthday in person. It was easier than trying to navigate through the mess that is Facebook.
Incidentally, I feel a lot better. I recalculated her age and she's only 22. [Hexadecimal is a wonderful thing!]
Ha! Did you happen to tell or that or are you just waiting for her to read this post? Of course, as smart as the girl is there is a chance she might not get it?
You know you’re old when your son has gone bald.
It all depends on where he has gone bald?
Gawd, both my sons are bald….
I suppose her and TAT and having a big bash at HeadRambles Manor tonight? 🙂
My father is almost sixty and his youngest daughter is only five! That's got to be freaky. 🙂
according to friends i have been successful at almost turning 6 this year..i work at that