Luckily we have the means before us to blast all of these depressing quotidian concerns into a fine haze of poisonous dust and ready ourselves to do so as you read these stupid words
I'm always the same age, it's the past that's getting younger.
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Kane Red RobeMaster of MagicArcanusRegistered Userregular
I've pretty consistently gotten happier with my life as I've gotten older. Sure my poops aren't as good as they used to be but I can actually afford hobbies and recreation now.
I'm definitely feeling my age, especially after my heart issue two summers ago. Fun fact, today is my wedding anniversary and we've hit the mark/ages where we've now been married more than we haven't. That seems crazy to me.
With that said, I'm still remarkably bad with money and subject to buying too many video games, toys and music. So I guess I'm as ageless as my student loans?
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StraightziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered Userregular
Oh I think you all misunderstand
I wasn't joking
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jmcdonaldI voted, did you?DC(ish)Registered Userregular
As soon as you're born you start dying, so you might as well have a good time
my favorite question from a child: “has anyone ever survived?”
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StraightziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered Userregular
Anyways the painting is cool and all but it only helps with the one side of the equation; I've still got loved ones who get old and die.
Most people in my family are weirdly morbid, like, constantly casually mentioning how they or someone else is just on death's door. I'm getting married next year and my grandmother (who is old, but in good health) is so worried that she's not going to live long enough to attend my wedding that she is coming out to visit this summer just in case. I think for the last three years every time I've visited my mom she talks about how it's probably going to be the last time I get to see her dog. On multiple occasions I've watched my aunt and uncle get into a weird polite-in-public-fight because she just casually talks about how they're going to die sooner or later.
It's strange! And like, I've lost people in my family, but not an abnormal amount in either direction, none of this feels particularly warranted. It has almost assuredly shaped my own attitudes towards death, although there's a lot of other contributing factors in the mix there too. I'm also someone who has struggled with depression and hung out with queer punks for a lot of my life, both of which contribute to not ever really thinking I'd make it this far.
Anyways, this isn't supposed to be about death, not really, but rather aging. And aging, in turn, amongst all of that weird death talk and complicated feelings, it does kind of feel nice in a way. Obviously there's a lot of bad stuff in it, and I expect there to be plenty more, but it feels like a natural enough thing that happens, and the thing about getting old and dying is that you get access to so much life along the way.
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
The worst for me as I turn 45 this month is how health issues have pretty much killed any momentum I had towards future stability. Currently been unable to work since the beginning of March, though I do have a job to to back to. But that's just the current episode, it's just been one thing after another since the fall of 2022. Fingers crossed for my new doctor to pull through for me. As for parents/family, I don't talk to my parents since the coup attempt, but partners parents are older than mine and are getting to where it's harder to take care of themselves and medical issues are increasing in severity. So we have limited options for moving/job seeking as we need to stay close to them.
And hey, starting HRT in your 40s! Better late than never!
JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
Turned 40 this year. In the coming year there will be a day when I will have been divorced for as long as I was married and a day when I will become older than my older sister will ever be, and both of those are a hell of a thing.
But on a day-to-day basis and in the general trajectory of my life, I'm pretty content. My parents are aging but active and fun to be around, I have a stable job that I love and a strong network of friends. Both sides of my family tend to live long and healthy lives despite our frankly terrible lifestyle choices, or else are struck down by exotic cancers with no readily apparent environmental cause.
Plus these days if I see some Legos I want I can just fuckin buy those shits, I defy anyone in the world to stop me.
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TonkkaSome one in the club tonightHas stolen my ideas.Registered Userregular
@crwth Why would you post this on this the day of my birthday?
to be real, the big things that are making me feel old are 1) bending down to pick something up takes longer and involves more noises than it used to, 2) for the last couple years I've been getting heartburn waaaay more than I ever did before, and 3) (the big one) I haven't been in a long-term relationship in almost 10 years and at my age that is definitely wearing on me
I think number 2 is probably the worst day-to-day though
One thing I've been noticing with getting older is how thin skinned I'm becoming. Not emotionally, literally. Gentle scrapes now seem to peel off chunks of skin.
I've got a noticable hand scar from trying to retrieve a sock from behind the dresser, what the hell.
Being any age sucks and rules in equal measure, the things that suck or rule just kinda play musical chairs.
I turned 43 this year, and my kid’s going on 1 and a half. The next 20-some-odd years of my life are going to be tough to top, there’s going to be a lot of competition for the “sarukun’s best year” top spot. The biggest bummer is going to be not being around to see more of my little girl’s life. I would absolutely spend a good chunk of the beginning of eternity just watchin’ my kid and wishing I could pitch in during the hard times… but I left my faith in afterlives behind quite a while back.
I think the best way to address the finitude of it all is just gratitude. So many of us deserve so much more, but none of it was ever guaranteed to begin with. I still worry that my daughter will get got by SIDS and that it’ll all be over too soon. I want more but I’ve already gotten to do so much, I can’t argue for it with a straight face. Gratitude and a commitment to make the world a better place for the ones that come after. We just watched the Boomers fuck that all up, some pretty good cautionary tales and guidelines to follow, I aim to make sure my little know knows not only how we got to where we are but to learn to pay attention to where she’s at and what might be coming down the pipe. I hope it makes a difference, but at the end of the day I’m just a little stick tumbling along with the white water, and it’s been an awfully fun ride. Not everybody gets to say that, so what else can I do but be thankful that I was lucky and try to set things up for the ones next in line?
I can't tell if my memory or ability to find words is getting worse because it's always been shit
A problem I have of late because of the brutal days of work I have no idea how to say certain words
I can see them in my head or read them but how to say them is just frustrating
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Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
edited June 4
I can't really complain about aging, it feels extremely ungrateful when I think about the people I know who died young.
As for how to deal with the fear of grief, decrepitude, and inevitable nonexistence... Mostly just try to soak in individual moments as much as possible and appreciate them while I can. Which is a fancy, wise-sounding way of saying I ignore it.
(For my actual serious answer, I find reading Letters From a Stoic by Seneca really helpful, it is my comfort book I go to when shit gets hard)
i have seen a lot of death in the past few years of my life, and times have been hard, and it's become obvious to me that the thing to do is to fill my time with the things that need to be done, to make hay while there's time, so i've really reinvested the time and energy i have now into my marriage and my art. i found what i love and i have learned devotion, because i don't want to reach the end of my life having left my love insufficiently loved and my dreams undreamt.
I've got a painting in my closet to take care of it for me
of all the people on this forum, you probably are the most likely Dorian Gray candidate here, maybe with Zonugal in the running
Straightzi and I are simply part of a fraternity of chosen warriors, biding our time until the Quickening.
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Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
Aging continues to feel great for me. My body actually feels better in its mid-thirties than it did in my late twenties (but I'm also not drinking a pint of liquor every other night).
I would say the one signifier of old age that has stood out though, as Hacksaw mentioned above, is that its taking longer and longer for me to recover from colds & flus.
But my students (and coworkers) continue to think I am 24 years-old, so, well...
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I feel gross having typed that...
The thing is I was pretty fucking fat back then so I'm probably healthier now then I was then
I mean i'm still fat but yknow not quite so much. Also I have a partner who I love very much so I guess I'm older but way happier
that's why I said maybe! don't wanna let someone run away with it without a little competition
With that said, I'm still remarkably bad with money and subject to buying too many video games, toys and music. So I guess I'm as ageless as my student loans?
I wasn't joking
i am absolutely shocked people thought you were
Most people in my family are weirdly morbid, like, constantly casually mentioning how they or someone else is just on death's door. I'm getting married next year and my grandmother (who is old, but in good health) is so worried that she's not going to live long enough to attend my wedding that she is coming out to visit this summer just in case. I think for the last three years every time I've visited my mom she talks about how it's probably going to be the last time I get to see her dog. On multiple occasions I've watched my aunt and uncle get into a weird polite-in-public-fight because she just casually talks about how they're going to die sooner or later.
It's strange! And like, I've lost people in my family, but not an abnormal amount in either direction, none of this feels particularly warranted. It has almost assuredly shaped my own attitudes towards death, although there's a lot of other contributing factors in the mix there too. I'm also someone who has struggled with depression and hung out with queer punks for a lot of my life, both of which contribute to not ever really thinking I'd make it this far.
Anyways, this isn't supposed to be about death, not really, but rather aging. And aging, in turn, amongst all of that weird death talk and complicated feelings, it does kind of feel nice in a way. Obviously there's a lot of bad stuff in it, and I expect there to be plenty more, but it feels like a natural enough thing that happens, and the thing about getting old and dying is that you get access to so much life along the way.
And hey, starting HRT in your 40s! Better late than never!
we didn't! I'm not surprised by this at all!
But on a day-to-day basis and in the general trajectory of my life, I'm pretty content. My parents are aging but active and fun to be around, I have a stable job that I love and a strong network of friends. Both sides of my family tend to live long and healthy lives despite our frankly terrible lifestyle choices, or else are struck down by exotic cancers with no readily apparent environmental cause.
Plus these days if I see some Legos I want I can just fuckin buy those shits, I defy anyone in the world to stop me.
WHY?!
I think number 2 is probably the worst day-to-day though
It's the existential dread about non-consciousness and leaving the family behind that gets to me.
happy birthday!
I've got a noticable hand scar from trying to retrieve a sock from behind the dresser, what the hell.
I turned 43 this year, and my kid’s going on 1 and a half. The next 20-some-odd years of my life are going to be tough to top, there’s going to be a lot of competition for the “sarukun’s best year” top spot. The biggest bummer is going to be not being around to see more of my little girl’s life. I would absolutely spend a good chunk of the beginning of eternity just watchin’ my kid and wishing I could pitch in during the hard times… but I left my faith in afterlives behind quite a while back.
I think the best way to address the finitude of it all is just gratitude. So many of us deserve so much more, but none of it was ever guaranteed to begin with. I still worry that my daughter will get got by SIDS and that it’ll all be over too soon. I want more but I’ve already gotten to do so much, I can’t argue for it with a straight face. Gratitude and a commitment to make the world a better place for the ones that come after. We just watched the Boomers fuck that all up, some pretty good cautionary tales and guidelines to follow, I aim to make sure my little know knows not only how we got to where we are but to learn to pay attention to where she’s at and what might be coming down the pipe. I hope it makes a difference, but at the end of the day I’m just a little stick tumbling along with the white water, and it’s been an awfully fun ride. Not everybody gets to say that, so what else can I do but be thankful that I was lucky and try to set things up for the ones next in line?
A problem I have of late because of the brutal days of work I have no idea how to say certain words
I can see them in my head or read them but how to say them is just frustrating
As for how to deal with the fear of grief, decrepitude, and inevitable nonexistence... Mostly just try to soak in individual moments as much as possible and appreciate them while I can. Which is a fancy, wise-sounding way of saying I ignore it.
(For my actual serious answer, I find reading Letters From a Stoic by Seneca really helpful, it is my comfort book I go to when shit gets hard)
Attorneys General ing
Straightzi and I are simply part of a fraternity of chosen warriors, biding our time until the Quickening.
I would say the one signifier of old age that has stood out though, as Hacksaw mentioned above, is that its taking longer and longer for me to recover from colds & flus.
But my students (and coworkers) continue to think I am 24 years-old, so, well...
Their opinion of you is probably pretty low too buddy!
We just can’t see eye to eye on anything, it’s true.
Fundamental disagreement.
really got your head up your ass, i suppose