My complex went back on lockdown until further notice starting a couple days ago. So, no more mass gatherings unless they are outside. I won’t be able to spend time in the complex library or commons area for awhile. We had a few people in here who tested positive within the last couple weeks, one of whom a close friend of mine. So glad I held onto my extra facemasks and sanitizer sprays.
Yet, in spite of the pile up of bad news, I’m going off subject for this post. I’m going to try to make a light hearted list of signs that I am no young. This isn’t by any means a complete list. So here goes.
Signs I Am No Longer Young
I get junk mail from AARP weekly
The highlights of my week often involve my cleaning lady showing up and appointments with my psych doctor
I get more joy now from a bowl of cheese soup and chatting with my best friends than I ever did going to bars and chasing women
I have zero time for drama but factor in time for aches and pains
I used to drink an average of six cups of coffee per day in my mid twenties. Now I drink maybe six cups per month
I’m not embarassed to talk about mental health issues
I have no problem asking for help
I have no problem with taking people up on their offers to help. You want to help? Fine with me. I’m putting your butt to work and I won’t feel a shred of guilt for it.
I remember when social media was fun
I remember when teenagers were called angsty slackers and not triggered snowflakes.
I remember when the Pepperidge Farm guy was a real guy and not a cartoon meme.
I learned about sex from my buddies’ stolen Playboys and Victoria’s Secret catalogs
I was scared to talk about my mental illness with even my best friends for the first five years of my diagnosis.
I got interested in economics and geopolitics by Ross Perot in 1992
Most of the musicians I admired in my teens and twenties are dead, many of whom died quite young.
I remember when people were freaking about AIDS like they are now over covid
I watched the trials of O.J. Simpson and Oliver North
I was in high school before DNA evidence was considered reliable
I used a firearm before I learned to drive or shave
I was angry at my dad because he wouldn’t let me use the lawnmower until I was eight years old
The only person I know personally below the age of 55 who has worked for the same company for over twenty years is my brother.
I remember when college graduates having over 25k in student loans was a big deal
When people with law degrees or MBAs were not waiting tables or Uber drivers
When gig work was seen as a supplement and not a necessity
When you didn’t have to be independently wealthy to afford a house outside of the ghetto or rural America.
When corporations weren’t considered legal people. I mean, does Amazon have a favorite ethnic restaurant? Is Coors Brewing a big baseball fan and, if so, why do the Rockies stink every year? Are J.P. Morgan and Coco Chanel having an extramarrital affair? If so, does Apple have the selfies and is threating to share them with Twitter and Tik Tok?
Too many parents of today are overprotective of their kids. Same parents (and myself) were not supervised or protected at all while growing up in the 80s and 90s. Balance, people, balance.
I get good memories from hearing the theme songs to “X-Files”, “Daria”, “Cops”, “Resident Evil”, and “Jackass”
I’m old enough to remember when “The Simpsons” was just as good as “South Park”
I remember when crime dramas were as popular as superhero movies are today
A few of my friends thought they could commit the perfect crime because they watched every episode of CSI, The Sopranos, and Cops
I remember when the Bulls and Knicks had great teams
These are just a few. I’ve gone on too long already. I’ll be sure to post more in the future
One thing you shouldn’t ever feel like you can’t talk about is your emotions and struggled. Keep writing and moving forwards