Yes, it's true, I have become old at age 25.
I was coming back from the golf club with my mate (driving range only, but still a first clue) and we drove past a new housing estate.
"I remember going past before they built those" says I, "It looked much nicer."
"Do you know what you just said?" asked my mate, "You just said, I remember when that was all fields."
"No, I, I didn't. Wouldn't. Oh crap."
And last night I thought my music was far too loud, and no-one else knew that I even had any music on.
Next thing is buy a cane and smack small children. Actually, that sounds really fun.
In a strange twist on that..I was out with my eldest niece and nephew the other day. There's four years between Samantha and Matthew. We passed a new park and Samantha said she could remember before they built the park we went and watched when they knocked the factory down. Looking at the playing fields, and possibly without irony, she said "I remember when this was all buildings"
Hmmm, now at the age of 33 I seem to go into a regular rant about the youth of today and how they have no respect for anyone or anything.
I also like to go on about how the music on saturday morning tv just isn't suitable for youngsters.
Though I think having a child was the point when I got old. It didn't just come on spontaneously.
I still read comics, draw pictures of Judge Dredd, watch cartoons and own a lightsabre - so it kind of blances out.
I know what you're saying. I think your body realises when it's done its duty by creating offspring and just says 'fuck it'- that's me done. Before Lottie arrived, I'd always looked younger than I am and didn't really look at the world any differently than I had when I was in my twenties.
All of a sudden, I'm looking older than I am (or at the very least, I look my age), I don't like late nights and can't handle the resulting hangover from anything greater than four pints- I've had the same phone for nearly two years and I can't be bothered to get out of my car at traffic lights to punch fellow road users. I actually find my self tutting and shaking my head at them instead.
Yes, my old fart gene has definitely kicked in and I don't think it's a coincidence that it happened as soon as Lottie arrived...
Yes, but I don't have kids.
I just moved from young guy to grumpy old bastard without doing the inbetween bits.
For the last seven or eight years I've hated modern music/culture; bemoaned our society and government; yearned for the return of corporal punishment, the death penalty and national service; longed for a return to the golden, halycon days of a 1950's England when people still held doors open for you and didn't feel fully dressed without a hat; hated loud music, staying out late and drinking; hated most of what's on T.V; and really, really despised the young generations. Oh, and any sort of progress is a BAD THING - man was never meant to fly, etc.
And I'm only 22. This all started when I was about 12, 13, so I've basically always been an old codger in a young man's body. I maintain I was born in the wrong era, and my family and friends are inclined to agree...
i'm 20 and i :
- listen to radio 4
- don't like nightclubs
- don't like loud music in shops
- tut when i see other girls strutting about in two little clothes
- can have full blown conversations about real ale
- really enjoy IDing people at the pub where i work
- buy all my underwear from m&s
there are more... these are just the ones that spring to mind
My dad once started waxing lyrical about how great the 50s were - then my stepmum reminded him in no uncertain terms how crap and, well, beige they actually were.
Now, the 60s on the other hand...
"...I don't like late nights and can't handle the resulting hangover from anything greater than four pints..."
Yeah, I don't have many late nights anymore either - that's more to do with my 'lttle angel' starting almost every day just after 4am.
And as for booze - you just don't get a chance to maintain your levels when you've got kids, I feel drunk just being near the alcohol aisle in Tesco's nowadays.
Haven't got to Radio 4 yet....but my wife (31) makes me listen to Terry Wogan on the way to work in the morning and has a thing for John Nettles.
So maybe it's her making me prematurely age!
Haven't got to Radio 4 yet....but my wife (31) makes me listen to Terry Wogan on the way to work in the morning and has a thing for John Nettles.
So maybe it's her making me prematurely age!
Best chuck her, get yourself a 20 year old blonde and buy a convertible then :p
Surely if people are getting disillusioned earlier the world actually is getting worse. If the rose tinted specs of youth don't work anymore we have some serious problems.
It is definately getting worse - when I used to go to my local secondary school, all you were worried about was getting punched by the bullies.
Now kids get stabbed around here.