Edit: We have established that everyone here is in fact old.
Like, I say that I'm getting old. I make jokes all the time about being middle aged. But I never really felt old until now, you know?
This realisation is brought to you not by random aches and pains, not by the ever-increasing number of grey hairs, not even by my long list of old lady hobbies.
But rather by how much I'm looking forward to spending a thrilling Friday night *checks notes* watching Top of the Pops reruns with the folks over on Mastodon. It's kind of hilarious because the rest of the week the #TOTP tag is usually all internet security and whatnot, and then we just shamelessly take it over for a couple of hours every Friday.
Missed it last week because husband was out somewhere so we caught up later, but it wasn't the same without the live tooting gang. Really excited to get back to the routine!
What have I become ๐ญ
Tell me about your exciting Friday night plans a day early, that I may live vicariously. Or maybe join me in my grumbles about advancing age, idc, just distract me from all the work I'm not doing right now.
One of these days you will wake up and realize you've been saying "I'm getting old", when in fact you already are old. That happened for me a week ago when I was at a friend's party. He invited his friends and his family. I met this guy who I thought was my friend's dad's friend, but he told me he went to highschool with my friend. It was at that moment I realized we're fucking old. It's hard to deny when you think people your age are people who are friends with your friend's dad, based on their appearance.
Oh that is grim. My husband is about 10 years older than me, and we recently got new next door neighbours who are probably about 10 years younger than me. I'm here thinking "cool, young people are rare round here, maybe we'll be friends and do young people things together".
...turns out my husband went to school with one of their dads ๐ญ
Ouch!