I fell asleep on the couch and napped for two hours today.

I’m getting more forgetful.

I pulled something doing lunges two weeks ago and now my inability to cut has diminished my confidence in my ability to play the corner position.

Instead of doubling its character limit, I really feel twitter would have been better served by adding an edit function instead.

I prefer the smaller model iPhones instead of the new ones that come with their own backpacks.

My french bulldog Lulu is getting heavier to carry around, but she’s not really getting any heavier.

I find club-decibel level music in retail stores annoying.

The most accessed function on my iPhone is the flashlight app which I use to read restaurant menus.

I think the 2000 and 2003 X-Men movies are far superior to pretty much any Marvel movie produced since (with the possible exception of Deadpool).

Watching Avengers: Age of Ultron was, for me, like watching somebody else play video games for three excruciating hours.

My favorite incarnation of Spiderman remains Gerry Conway’s run on Amazing Spiderman (#111-149).

My “pajamas” consist of a pair of comfy fleece pants and varied anime-themed t-shirts.

I am constantly frustrated by the limit of my laptop’s screen-brightening ability.

I no longer even feign interest in people who dislike dogs.

My bedtime has gotten increasingly earlier as I make time to read before going to sleep.  But once a night, I will get out of bed to go downstairs and watch Monday Night Football.

I drink chamomile tea at night

I remember a time before eco-friendly appliances, when dishwashers would actually get all your dishes and cutlery clean – in less than an hour!

I still open doors for people, strike up conversations with complete strangers, and hold the elevator rather than pretend to look away while surreptitiously hitting the “close” button.

I’ve come to the understanding that whiskey isn’t necessarily something you usually enjoy in company.

I’m getting more forgetful.

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gforce

Welcome to your 50’s!! smile

I would add to that having to take off your “far” glasses so that you can see what you’re eating better.

I’m assuming the blog header meant “getting old”, not “told”, but maybe that was intentional. Both work, I guess!

Tammy Dixon
Tammy Dixon

lol

Elminster
Elminster

Hi Joe
smile Welcome to the club!

Elminster

aluncox

Join the club, been there a couple of years now.

candicegdw

You’re not alone smile

Danine Dolphin
Danine Dolphin

Welcome to the club, we are proud to have you join us. It’s not as bad as it seems, your enemies die and you care less about making new ones. Things happen more than once and you enjoy them like it’s the first time. Life, which was going so fast, finally reaches that speed point where things are still and you can immerse yourself in the moment. You’re in good company- yourself. Everything that really doesn’t matter will fall away and your well honed coping skills will effortlessly protect you. It’s not so bad.

Thogar

Everything hurts for no reason. Everything.

cudaker
cudaker

Like Once I said to my Brother ..”There is that thing That I will never forget and it’s ..well I forgot it !” grin

TheOtherOne
TheOtherOne

Don’t worry Joe. It’s not just you …
I can no longer tolerate spicy food.
I need to wear comfortable, springy shoes.
I get annoyed at those young men and bratlets that take up seats on crowded underground trains.
I cannot tolerate bad driving.
I prefer the company of my dog and two cats.
I forget words mid sentence
I sometimes walk into a room or go upstairs and suddenly wonder why before I remember why.
I seem to lose things more frequently and going to the usual places to find them no longer seems to work.
I get scared at the idea of trying something new (!)
Something gets stuck in my brain and I can’t stop going over it again and again

There’s a test ‘they’ do
Draw a circle
Put the numbers 12, 6, 3 & 9, followed by the rest of the numbers as found on a clock face.
Then put in a long hand and a short hand to show it’s, say, ten to two.
The freakingly scary thing is, it may look fine to you but to everyone else observing, the image you may have drawn is nothing like a clock.

That’s the test doctors carry out for Alzheimer’s… Beware!

Mitra
Mitra

While I share some of those “symptoms”……I can’t help but think…”fleece pajama pants”?🤔😂

nantokanaru77

No reading glasses yet? smile

TheOtherOne
TheOtherOne

PS Forgot to mention (!) I hate, hate, hate LOUD & NOISY TV channels that cancel really great shows!

baterista9 AKA gildermcc
baterista9 AKA gildermcc

Welcome to the club, youngster. 👵🏻

baterista9 AKA gildermcc
baterista9 AKA gildermcc

…and it looks like several of us are members.

Joan001
Joan001

Life is sad Joe…get used to the new normal…😉🍷

Duptiang
Duptiang

I could say I’m getting older too, but since I had a traumatic brain injury last year, I have limit monopoly as that excuse. I was in a diagnosed coma for 10 days and was at a couple of hospitals, but I could not say where; there is a joke in that. I didn’t know where I was until I saw the trees, and after I was the attractive girl get up from her chair in my room after I awoke from sleep. My stated goal is to get back to work; am now 52. I now there are others who talk retirement, but the boredom would be what would get me. I have played the Lazadder. The other day the dentist office called to give me a same day opening. My sister was graduating from her training as an FA, and her husband later called to take me; my Mom was doe in the state from FL because her sister just had an operation. In the end the dentist office called me at 3:00 wondering if I was going to come in. Totally forgot I agreed to the appointment. I’m getting old, now I know how.

JeffW
JeffW

I find club-decibel level music in retail stores annoying.

Try twenty-something clothing stores. Next time my daughter wants me to go shopping with her, I need to remember to pack earplugs!

I can add one of my own:

Having to wear blended reading glasses even though my distance vision is still 20/15!

There are a few others that are arthritis and joint related, but then this comment would turn into just a grumpy old man complaining about his medical ailments…

Andrew Durston

RaIse your AARP card y’all. Pondering my 2nd 5-year renewal here. smile

PBMom

I finally did the 5-year renewal so I would stop getting annoying notices that my year subscription was up.

Sparrow_hawk

Nope. Not you, Joe. You’ve just been running around too much.

arcticgoddess

Having a great conversation with someone until you get to the name of something you are talking about then blanking on the name. Getting more impatient with people who block aisles… Yeah, I hate getting older too.

ceresis64

For all the quirks, etc that come along for the ride….I love being in the ‘over50s’ club! lol

maggiemayday

I was recently told on Reddit that a woman my age shouldn’t use bad language. Um, I was a sailor. I earned my vocabulary. I now do what I want. Mostly I want naps and cats, agreeable food, happy poops, and excellent TV which won’t be capriciously axed. And baggy velvet leggings with an oversized Daryl Dixon t-shirt to lounge in.

Don MacDonald
Don MacDonald

You forgot to mention that while they are not getting taller, the hills are getting steeper.

Tammy Dixon
Tammy Dixon

I’m probably in the minority but I like the new Marvel flicks. More humor, and less angst is what we need in the world. Since you’re a writer, you probably see more of the flaws. In some ways, ignorance IS bliss.

Hubby and I were watching Season 2 of Stranger Things, he was going ballistic over the computer scene with Bob. (I’m trying not to give spoilers) Anyways, my hubby is a computer guy and when Bob was “on the spot” writing a program for Basic, I thought my hubby was going to lose it. It sent hubby straight to his Jefferson’s Ocean. I suspect he was using that as an excuse. wink

Yes, it’s easy to get nostalgic over the old days but think of all the advancements! Tablets, e-readers, a zillion choices on film entertainment, online shopping… Personally, I’m looking forward to automated cars. When I get old, I’ll just click on my destination address. Of course, my vision will be even more compromised, so no telling where I’ll end up. smile

I wish you many naps!

PBMom

I don’t think I could ever let a car drive for me, even as stressful as it is to go into downtown Houston or the medical center. The most I will let a car “drive for me” is cruise control. Contrary, Jeff HATES cruise control but would get into a car that drove itself in a New York minute. He kept telling me no one would die if cars drove themselves, but then I point out actually someone did die in a car wreck involving a self-driving car.

shinyhula
shinyhula

I can’t wait for self driving cars; not to own one but to ping an app and have one shuttle me where I please; I’m ready for that Minority Report future.

Ponytail
Ponytail

At 58, I’m not “getting”, I “am” old.

If I don’t interrupt, burst out and say something that has come to my mind while talking to someone, I’ll forget what I was going to say.

While waiting for my flat tire to be repaired yesterday, of the 12 people sitting waiting, only 2 were not on their cell phones texting. I was one of the 2.

I noticed my accidental naps are getting longer. Gone are the 20 minute, 45 minute naps. Last night I fell asleep on the couch around 9pm and woke up at 1am.

And I think I can out-curse @maggiemayday on any day now. lol

(On the bright side, I am literally one day closer to retirement!)

Drea

“I fell asleep on the couch and napped for two hours today.”

Yippers. That’s fer sure.
The realities of human aging can at times be difficult to cope with.

I fell asleep on the couch and had a lovely nap, as well, today.
Only problem is …
I had only been awake for an hour and a half and the only chores
I accomplished were -getting up, making my bed, making the coffee, getting the coffee mugs out of cabinet and placing them on the counter next to the coffee pot, getting dressed, washing my face, combing my hair and brushing my teeth.

Geez, come to think of it.
So many details.
I’m exhausted just typing that!

There was something else relevant I wanted to add
but have now forgotten due to diverting my focus
to the complexity of typing all the many details above.

Time for another nap.

~Sweet Dreams~

DALLAS MARSHALL (@MrsTigercat)

Yep. Right there with you. Welcome to your 50s. smile