31 Awkward Moments That Prove You're Getting Old
"When you mention your age, and no longer get the, 'Aww, you look so much younger.' Just an awkward silence and tumbleweed."
"You know you're old when most of the contacts on your phone begin with 'Dr.'"
"You no longer give a flying fig newton about what you wear. Comfortable? You wear it, period."
"When high school classmates post selfies on Facebook, and I'm shocked into the realization that I look as 'old' as they do."
"Two little shits said 'okay auntie' to me when I told them not to eat the unripe cherries from the tree because they will get a tummy ache."
"I was at Ross, cashier very sweetly 'had to ask' if I qualified for senior discount. I asked the age required, she told me, I said, 'Oh no, not yet!'... Then I got in the car and thought about it (did math). I DID QUALIFY, WTAF!?! oops. 😆🤣🤣🤣"
"For me, personally, it's when someone calls me 'bro' but then calls me 'sir' almost immediately afterwards."
"The way I can see through all the tricks that used to work when I was under 35. I know I am old because now I see them coming a thousand yards away!"
"I knew I was old when I began regularly checking my bathrooms to be sure there was an ample supply of toilet paper…"
"My sister and I were finishing our meal at a restaurant where tables were close together, and we were talking with a couple of guys in their late 20s, early 30s at the next table. When we got up to leave, I said, 'You boys enjoy the rest of your dinner!' I was immediately struck by the thought, 'OMG, when did I become my mother?' Normal me would have said you 'guys,' not 'boys.'"
"I'm a 37-year-old woman. I just shaved my head because I felt like it. First time going from medium to short, I also have very dark hair. I knew I was greying on the sides in the front, but OH MY GOD EVERY CLUMP I SHAVED OFF HAD GREY IN IT! WTF."
"When I started referring to ppl in their 40s as young."
"I knew I was getting old when I lost the battle with my weight. Even now, I can lose weight with lots of effort, but no matter how many vegetables I eat, I gain it back eventually. And it just gets harder the older I get. Of course, there are the things going wacko with your body. Started with a little high blood pressure, acid reflux, arthritis, gallbladder, then tearing rotator cuffs just doing every day stuff, and now a stroke. It feels like a cascade effect that I only have minimal input or control over."
"Just this morning, I picked up an empty trash can — it was narrow, about waist-high, seven pounds max — and sprained my back."
"When the fitness instructor at the gym I was touring said they would play Elvis music if I requested it."
"My daughter said watching bands break up. For me, it's watching them all die! And making sure all my plans end at 8 p.m."
"When they just automatically give you the senior discount."
"You know you're old when a nun calls you ma'am!"
"I remember watching Football and thinking, 'Wow, the players all look so young!' Now I think the same thing about the referees."
"I'm 25 and admire people's landscaping and think about houses. I still live with my parents, so I think it's me wanting to move and do my own thing."
"I refer to myself as 'older.' Old means someone older than me. I'm 73. I flipped out a little when my firstborn turned 50! Of course, I couldn't have a 50-year-old child 😜!"
"Saving good boxes is a dead giveaway. Also, realizing that I will be 80 in two months. Seems as though I was only 49 when I went to sleep last night. Still, it beats the alternative."
"I knew I had crossed into the old lane when a store clerk called me precious. And now I have the crepey skin! For God's sake, how does that even happen?"
"I realized I'd become old when half the attendees at a rock concert had walkers and canes, and the band had their kids and grandkids playing with them."
"I realized I was getting old the first time I saw an old person and realized they might be younger than me."
"Told a friend about a recipe I loved. When I went to make a copy of it, the notation I made on the recipe was dated 1970. Since we are in 2025, I realized that I had been making it without the cookbook for over 55 years. I suddenly felt ancient."
"I knew I was old when I saw the article about how they had dug up a time capsule and marveled at its contents. It was buried in 1975 when I was already 25 years old."
"I really learned I was old when I realized the new pope is much younger than me!"
"I had to stop at a college campus recently to pick up some records. Hadn't been on that campus since I'd gone there almost a decade ago. Looking at all the students my first thought was, 'Why do they all look like babies?!' That's when I realized I was getting older lol."
"I knew I was old when I saw a picture where I was in the background facing the wrong way, and my hair was all either gone or half gray!"
And, finally: "The ultimate realization: In your 20s, you're really worried about what people think about you. In your 30s, you're not really worried about what people think about you. In your 40s and beyond, you realize no one was really thinking about you anyway."
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