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Growing old is very strange

It's funny that in my dotage I'm more compelled to plant things and look after living things around me.
I don't worry about dying, I just hope it isn't painful when I go. Others can say what they wish about me and what I choose to do with my life. I use cannabis and make no bones about it. It's illegal in my state, flori-duh, unless you pay the government, so I pay them their vig for the get out of jail free card for cannabis. As I age and look back on my life, we have really regressed as a nation. In general, we treat each other horribly, our attitude now seems to be, I'm getting as much as I can for me and will do what I have to do get it even if it means stepping on your neck. A Christian country? What bullshit. Money in politics is fatal and it's in the process of killing our democratic republic. I'm glad I'm getting older. I hate watching what evil people are doing to America.
 
My wife and I - both late 80s - find our sense of taste changed. She now enjoys snacks of raw cabbage, and mostly dislikes anything sweet. I am addicted to apple juice mixed with fizzy water.
Isn't it weird how things change as we get older...I used to love shopping, now I detest going into a store...I've loved jewelry all my life, now I like to keep things simple, the less I wear, the less I have to remove on my return home...would never go out of the house without make-up, now it feels icky on my face, I seldom have the desire to go anywhere...I'm 72 btw...
 
lol...nobody told me that rigamortus starts setting in before you die...
Are you as flexible as you used to be?
 
I couldn't a good forum for this thread, but I thought that it might result in some philosophical musings, so here it is in this forum.

As I was taking my morning walk in my neighborhood the other day, I thought about the fact that I had lived in this particular area for around 25 years. And then I realized that the odds are very great that I will not live here for another 25 years since I am 79 years old. That just seemed very strange to me, a realization that myself and fellow "baby boomers" are "next" in terms of dying off in large numbers, just as our parents were 30 and 40 years ago or so. It doesn't frighten me at all, it's just strange to confront it.
In another instance, I recently planted a small tree in my backyard, and I later realized that it is no doubt a "legacy tree". In other words, I will not be around to see it as a mature and fully-grown tree, but rather that will fall to whomever purchases this house when the time comes.
Yup, boomers, we're next.

However, on another note, I am struck by how little dying is going on among, for instance, my high school class. We had our 50th reunion 10 years ago, and there were probably 40-50 of us, but only one or two has passed since then. We are all getting along in age, but hardly anyone is dying. That will probably change as we enter our 80s in the next couple of year.

Nowadays Clancy can't even sing.
 
Good thread
I am struck by how little dying is going on among, for instance, my high school class.
My 50th reunion was 4 years ago.
I found the opposite. How many were already gone.
I will not live here for another 25 years since I am 79 years old. That just seemed very strange to me, a realization that myself and fellow "baby boomers" are "next" in terms of dying off in large numbers, just as our parents were 30 and 40 years ago or so. It doesn't frighten me at all, it's just strange to confront it.

This hit me a few years ago.
I figure all has to be perfect to squeeze 10 more years from life given my health challenges.


What i find most fascinating is how much smarter and aware a 70 plus person is than a 30, 40, 50 or 60 year old person.
People see the elderly with a limp or a bit slower and think they are not relevant.
Not has aware as they are. I believe it entire generation believed this.
Instead of seeking counsel they brush us aside. Very natural yet very strange.
 
I'm 10 years older than you and find myself living in a world I don't much like. Increasingly aggressive, ill-mannered and stupid. The aged are often said to suffer from nostalgia but here and now there s a strong case I think for saying that the past really was better.
What bothers me about aging is physically seeing the transformation.
Look at people who were drop dead gorgeous 50 years ago and today? So ****ing sad.
Deborah Harry for example, the most beautiful women of the 70s and 80s.
Just another "old lady" walking down the street today.

Yes aging is sad, very sad.
 
The machines and stuff make life better, but maybe the humans are spoiled by too much safety
Completely disagree.

I wish every day I was brought up with the information of the world at my fingertips as it is now.

What i don't understand is with all the knowledge available why so few, very few access it.

Look at these posts at DP. It is sad.
 
My 50th reunion was 4 years ago.
I found the opposite. How many were already gone.
While it is true that there were a number of pre-deceased when I went to my 50th, I am talking since then, in the past ten years. We have been in our 70s during that time, and while people have various aches and pains and illnesses, only a couple have passed. Medicare keeps people alive longer than back in the old days without it.
 
What bothers me about aging is physically seeing the transformation.
Look at people who were drop dead gorgeous 50 years ago and today? So ****ing sad.
Deborah Harry for example, the most beautiful women of the 70s and 80s.
Just another "old lady" walking down the street today.

Yes aging is sad, very sad.
Not at all sad, just natural and in no way surprising. My wife, once beautiful, is an 'old lady'; I'm glad she is still here and has her wits about her.
 
Not at all sad

Sure as hell is. Breaks my heart to see these previously beautiful women be ravished by time.

I ain't to happy about it myself.
At least a guy can get away with it better if he has some money and knows how to carry himself.
 
I couldn't a good forum for this thread, but I thought that it might result in some philosophical musings, so here it is in this forum.

As I was taking my morning walk in my neighborhood the other day, I thought about the fact that I had lived in this particular area for around 25 years. And then I realized that the odds are very great that I will not live here for another 25 years since I am 79 years old. That just seemed very strange to me, a realization that myself and fellow "baby boomers" are "next" in terms of dying off in large numbers, just as our parents were 30 and 40 years ago or so. It doesn't frighten me at all, it's just strange to confront it.
In another instance, I recently planted a small tree in my backyard, and I later realized that it is no doubt a "legacy tree". In other words, I will not be around to see it as a mature and fully-grown tree, but rather that will fall to whomever purchases this house when the time comes.
Yup, boomers, we're next.

However, on another note, I am struck by how little dying is going on among, for instance, my high school class. We had our 50th reunion 10 years ago, and there were probably 40-50 of us, but only one or two has passed since then. We are all getting along in age, but hardly anyone is dying. That will probably change as we enter our 80s in the next couple of year.
🎵 - It's a lonely proposition when you realize
That's there's less days in front of the horse
Than riding in the back of this cart - 🎵

The Real Life - John Mellencamp
 
There is a freedom of old age in losing your attachments, the pride of your ego….letting all of that being replaced by gratitude…..
 
Two things I find annoying about aging is that elders tend to become invisible to younger people, often ignored or treated as though they no longer matter which brings me to the second annoyance -- all of the young people who felt it was ok to let elders die during the pandemic as a way to clean house, make room and make the road easier for them. Every time I heard that lament I thought how delicious it would be during a catastrophic power outage when elders could communicate in cursive and take over the world :D
 
....I am struck by how little dying is going on among, for instance, my high school class.....
I'm not quite as old as you, but my experience regarding high school class is quite different. My high school has a webpage of classes going back to 1907. It's not a large school; my class had around three hundred. Of those, 65 are already dead. What can I say? I'm happy to be doing OK....

 
I am 67 and I am finding the hardest part for me to handle growing old is that my body is failing me in many ways and yet in my mind I am still 35 years old. It seems to be a constant battle between mind and body when I am trying to do the physical things I once enjoyed as a youngster.
 
There are those who proudly wear their wrinkles and sags as badges of honor for the lives they've lived and I applaud them. The indignities that come with age negate those adages about "golden years" and "aging gracefully". My golden years are more like the rust belt and there's nothing graceful about hair sprouting in unwanted places and having to cross one's legs before laughing, coughing, sneezing, or blinking too hard in order to avoid leakage. There's no pride in having things that used to be above the belly button residing in one's lap and no comfort to be had from having to wear a titanium bra to keep things from getting lodged in one's belly button. 😄

I'm taking advantage of available cosmetic enhancements to make the outside as improved and stable as possible (and eating well and exercising but those require discipline which I often lack) even if the inside is rotting away. It's a mind thing. If I don't look as old as I am, I don't feel as old as I am.
 
I am 67 and I am finding the hardest part for me to handle growing old is that my body is failing me in many ways and yet in my mind I am still 35 years old. It seems to be a constant battle between mind and body when I am trying to do the physical things I once enjoyed as a youngster.

I learned during my relapse while having to stay in the hospital for that 6 to 7 months that the wise technique is to slow down all activities. Don't move so fast. Shorter steps, for example. Make an extra effort to do everything much slower. I picked that up by watching some others that, like me, were early wakers, but they would use the huge hallway that wrapped around both wards' nurses station and the inside structures between, like the elevator systems; they'd use that long walking area for doing a kind of early morning exercise routine and I noticed that many were so exhausted after 5 or 6 laps or so and seemed to remain so for way beyond breakfast and I got to thinking that maybe doing everything slower was better. Even pacing/walking with shorter steps. Sort of lucky for me was that the hardcore chemicals they had to use for the relapse was what finally caused the remaining good parts of my spine to start going into spaghetti mode and that forced me to go even slower to reduce the pain and so I didn't want to use a walker or a cane and such. I finally came to the conclusion that part of the aging thing is to think old. The sooner you think old, the sooner your system will adjust and help reduce pain and other oddities that come with this adventure. Also, keep your actual living space and work station really cluttered to cause slower steps as you move around and so as to have a place to quickly lean on as you start a bit of an uncontrolled tilt, which I have noticed can be trouble if you topple over in an uncrowded area. That is one reason we run two living quarters; mine is a super messy and crowded AO; my wife's is super neat and the usual open areas with much space and so easy for me to topple over, if I forget to be old and go slow. Plus my workstation right here is set up in a very weird way and I can keep my spine from causing trouble while working. And nobody is allowed into a certain part of this end of the building. Very restricted are the rules. Of course, I may have certain financial benefits/advantages that many don't have, but the go slow and short steps idea even works fine out in public. In other words, act old. To heck with what people think when they see the old fart. Plus all the locations, except some of the government locations/offices, everyone knows how to be sure I get seated quickly and safely once a meeting will be necessary. Sorry for such a long post that simply summarizes as; you are old, act your age - slow down in all things.

That point you made. Argent, seems the same thing I have experienced. My daughter here in Japan seems much less likely to show up at the complex where I reside, BUT an oddity for us during the relapse was the hospital was super strict about absolutely no visitors unless it is an emergency; not even family. It was smack in the middle of Covid and that was enough of a scare to allow very strict rules. But the hospital is also a sort of government employees style, so making strict rules is easy for retirees and civil servant types to accept. I guess. Kind of not a "normal" hospital, might be how to describe it. Only twice was my wife allowed to be on that ward and both cases were some bad situations and nobody was so sure I'd remain undead. BUT, I did get a special privilege starting about month three when I would be given a 2 to 3 day pass and be allowed out to go to this complex and take care of commercial work that had to be done. That was kind of the director breaking the rules, as it wasn't allowed to other folks. Kind of like a prison leave thing, I guess.

But, yes, Argent, seems young folks seem uncomfortable to be around the older folks. Even younger staff members. But I'm kind of lucky as I have always made folks kind of nervous and maybe I have always been a kind of 'in-the-corner' type --- sort of keeping a low profile and keeping my mouth shut. I like hiding.

My fingers seems to like this typing stuff way too much, though. And you folks might be uncomfortable when you see it's a 'medi' post --- OH CRAP, it's that 'medi' jerk again. I'll skip that post. --- But it is not my fault. It's my fingers. I can't control them. The don't understand the concept of old.
 
Had a battle a couple hours ago I haven't had in about ten years - nasty size centipede decided it wanted to roam around my north room area. Funny, too, as I thought I heard something and thought I knew where from and was sort of banging on stuff around there, but saw nothing and gave up. Then about 15 minutes after that a mighty long (nasty) one showed up. I don't usually care for chemical bugfare, but with that type one I had no choice. Haven't seen one that size in quite a long time. But with a creek just south of me, not a surprise. I wonder if a starling will eat a centipede? Does anyone know if they will? I need to have a chat with my starling friends on that topic. Except, we seem to have some communications trouble. They use some kind of Morse code tweet stuff and I have long forgotten my Morse code.

Any of you remember having to learn Morse code when you were young?
 
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