Dodgeball came out 20 years ago.
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You know you’re getting old when porn loses its appeal because so many women in it are of an age to be your classmates’ daughters.
Or when you set off to do something, and when you get there promptly forget what you went there to do.
I’ll catch myself seeing a business with a date like “Since 1995” over the door and for a split second think they are newbies.
When ya got more days behind ya than you do in front, a new perspective emerges.
The Empire Strikes Back came out in 1980…
When you have worked for your company since before new hires were born…
Doesn’t matter I was a kid, but Dodgeball, man I was grown and that came out like just a few years ago in my mind.
LOL. I actually watch a lot of OLD porn, no tats, the guys don’t look like gang bangers or outlaw bikers and nobody spits on each other.
First of all, that was a great movie. Just watched it a couple weeks ago on some random channel.
Second, I was teaching a trauma class yesterday, some special operations medics, civilian PAs and physicians. One of the PAs mentioned something about being born in 1987, I said that’s when I graduated high school. One of the medics said he wasn’t even born yet.
Oh yea…Heather, Wifey, :rolleyes:
We have MD students who weren’t born on 9/11. That hit me hard.
When you make it to 80 you come to the realization that the years you have left can probably be counted on two or maybe one hand. It’s like standing in a canoe, it doesn’t take much rough water to flip you into the water.
You think about about all the things you have accumulated over your lifetime will probably get thrown in a dumpster or given to away. You wonder how your children, grandchildren and unborn great grandchildren’s life will turn out to be. You get melancholily.
What if there are no kids or grandkids to worry about?
Sadly I know of who you speak of…
If you know, you know.
My god…one cartoon nails it.
For my military people out there, I found out that through LinkedIn that one of my “Boots” that I trained up as a salty Cpl (E4) just picked up the rank of GySgt (E7). I remember picking him up after he passed out leaned up against a Walgreens trying to buy more booze and his girlfriend at the time called me and now he’s a Senior Leader of Marines…
“There is something about the aging process that makes you give a crap less.”–Clint Eastwood
Then you are consigned to the dustbin of history and 25 years after your death no one will know you ever existed. With luck maybe your picture will be hanging on the wall of some Cracker Barrel restaurant 100 years from now and people will wonder who you were or not.
No known offspring here either. Being “remembered” is my absolute LAST concern, because I’ll be dead.
Old? As an airline pilot, I’m flying with “kids” now that weren’t born when I got my pilots license, and even a few that weren’t around for 9/11. It has it’s benefits though… I was in the military and was wearing a flight suit when the original Top Gun came out. My God, to be young, single and walk into a bar wearing one of those things in 1986… Let’s just say that Top Gun II really hit me hard.
OK. Going to try and go p00p now and fart some dust later…