Asklemmy

After about an hour of using the mouse or controller gaming, I have to take a few seconds to massage my hand because it gets sore and stiff.

Didn't happen until I got into my 30's 😔

The rage inside has only ever increased. The older I get the more militant I get. By the time I'm 40 I'll be living in the forest defending my country from fascists with a bow and arrow.

I worked construction from 14-20. Nowadays I work a cushy desk job. Still whenever we need something sone in our house (which is a lot, my house is a degrading shack) if it's something I'm comfortable doing I do it myself. Every once in a while there's a job that just kills me and I feel like I need a week to recover from.

Last weekend I put new drywall up on my kitchen ceiling. I used to do it all the time with ease, by myself, light work. Nowadays I'm glad my wife wasn't home to see me struggling. I had to pull out all my tricks and it was still fucking rough.

Hair falling out

New technology is harder to adopt.

My age keeps increasing.

Using any tool that vibrate much like a string trimmer will irritate where my spine is pinched and I'll regret it for months. It makes me feel useless. Fusing 4 discs in my upper back or neck would almost guaranteed make me feel more useless.

I definitely can't pretend I'm young anymore. It isn't just pain, and when it is pain it's not the worst pain. It makes me unable to feel my arm. I had to get an epidural of steroids to get the inflammation down to get feeling back, and I seem to be at least mildly allergic to that .

I got gout and shingles

I’ve started to lose height as I get older instead of gaining it

Whatever im doing i gotta be careful or ill fuck my back up

Time passing.

While listening to the oldies radio station and hearing music that was popular while you were in high school

2 drinks making me feel 100% worse

• Your former school teachers die. At this point, I think the majority of mine is gone.
• Your gum recedes, and there's nothing you can do about it except to stop smoking. On a larger scale, your circulation gets worse because your erythrocytes become less elastic, for reasons still unknown. Add to this the most damaging impact of UV light and our atmosphere's oxygen - an objectively very aggressive chemical - and you start shriveling, just withering away from the outside. Molecular bonds are simply getting broken faster than they get repaired. Your insides last a bit longer, but their days are numbered, too.
• On the plus side, you'll get to learn new words for body parts you didn't even know you had.

• In my teens and early 20s I used to enjoy snowboarding. I was never any good at it, but at least I could make it down the mountain. Tried again in my 30s, and I could barely even stand on the board. Never made it off the practice hill.

• Getting in and out of cars is painful now. Especially since I drive 90s and 2000s Japanese sports cars, which have a tendency to sit so low that it feels like your ass is dragging on the pavement when you drive them. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to continue driving them 20, 30, 40 years from now. I don't want a giant modern car. Even sedans are SUV-sized these days.

I tore the fuck out of my shoulder and had to have extensive repair surgery done. When I was talking to my physical therapist about a specific aspect of the repair, he said that they tended to do that with "older" people.

Ouch.

Also, I guess that my goal of looking like 2016 Rich Piana has now morphed to looking like 2018 Rich Piana. :(

If I sleep wrong I wake up in pain.

Sounds strange but I feel like, they listen to me more at work. There is more respect to the things I say.

Scattered gray hairs on head and beard. At this point, they look kinda good because I’m mostly retaining my natural color.

Used to be super skinny. Metabolism slowed and I have a beer gut.

Far less interested in pursuing hobbies into the wee hours of the morning. I like to go to bed by around 1030pm and wake early even on weekends. I woke naturally at 6am today (Saturday).

Feel out of place in some younger crowds like concerts for young artists. We were definitely some of the oldest people at a 100 Gecs show.

Ouch. Why?

The hairdresser asks if he needs to do your eyebrows.

My wife and I get excited every time we come across articles about exoskeleton tech. Can we expedite this a little? I want a mech suit—not a fucking wheelchair—when I reach that age.

Also, a note to the designers: make sure you can use the toilet with it. Extrapolating current trends, I suspect this will become one of my primary activities.

You start grasping for the past again. You may have at one point when you were younger, have gotten tired of people telling stories of their past and how things were in the day. But before you know it, you will do it too. A lot of people already are doing it and they're in stages of their lives that the older people once were who also did it.

You feel like the world becomes greyer and greyer when you read the news about some celebrity that played a role you remembered them in be it a show or movie that passed away. This also applies to knowing about the individuals through the cracks that don't get as much coverage, like pioneers that helped make things you take for granted, knowing of people that took part of something that made you realize that they were what made something work and not who you thought did.

You get increasingly annoyed at just noise. Dogs barking. Children loudly playing. Babies crying. People shouting. People clumsily doing things that make something break or whatever. You yearn for periods of silence.

You could become isolated by choice, like caught in a web of indecision as to what hobby you want to enjoy. You're getting older, not younger, so you feel like you have to try to enjoy what you can before you really can't anymore.

And above all else, you grow more and more distant from the connections you once called your best. There will be a point in your life much later on, where you will be in a nursing home or whatever and you may not have a way to stay in touch with your friends. All of you are on a course of this same life and the sad part is all of you are also racing to your ends.

Your living expenses increase far more than your pay

It actually takes effort for me to get out of my car. Like I'm having to pull myself out.