As the years roll on, I’ve noticed aging comes with its own set of “truths” some hilarious, some frustrating, and some surprisingly comforting.
The knees creak louder than the floorboards.
You forget names but remember every song lyric from the 70s.
You start calling naps “power boosts.”
And somehow, clutter becomes a cozy museum of your life.
Aging isn’t just about wrinkles or aches it’s about stories, laughter, and the wisdom we collect along the way.
So tell me, what’s the funniest or most surprising truth you’ve discovered about getting older?
Lots of surprising truths to think about here, but one that comes to mind quickly is that I often forget how old I am, I still think I’m a 20/30 yr old.
Another one has just come to mind and that’s my topsy turvy sleep pattern! Not being able to say anymore: “oh what a good night’s sleep I had last night!” I really miss this.
I think for me the most surprising and hilarious thing is that I may be 60 but I feel about as silly as a little kid sometimes. I think I’ve gotten more immature as time has gone on. Instead of sophisticated I’m laughing at doctors names like Dr Pigg like a kid with the giggles.
How zen (2000+) years old discover about “pre that time” music that us older people accept and lived through. Even then they seem to be able to only go back as far as tghe Beatles era . Looks as though they don’t even know about the 1950’s when big bands were overtaken by rock and roll.
Okay, I’ll be the one to mention the toilet visit planning. The option of holding in a few drinks, not necessarily alcohol, for a long journey home appears to have diminished.
But then its all inconsistent. I was driving back home from a city almost two hours away and as my route passed a good supermarket I thought - drop in, get something nice for that evening. That something nice was going to include a decent bottle of wine. I’d everything else I wanted already in the basket. But the sight of rows of bottles of wine triggered something in my bladder - that trigger told me very clearly “you need to go pretty sharpish”. So forget the wine, race through the check out, search for loos in the supermarket - no sign of any. Right, its about 45 min home but its through the countryside. Jump in the car and find a quite place for a bit of al fresco relieve.
Guess what, after a few minutes driving my bladder decided all was ok again. Made it home no bother. What on earth is going on?
A bit of a generalisation perhaps?
I’ve known young people who are quite passionate about swing, big band, jazz and baroque and classical too.
If they don’t appreciate a certain genre of music then fair play, it’s not obligatory.
It is fascinating how our perception of time completely shifts as we age, which psychologists actually call the internal clock hypothesis. Because we have so many accumulated memories, a year feels like a flash compared to when we were kids, making those small moments of laughter and daily routines way more valuable to hold onto.
I really miss this.
