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1 hour ago, Egg Shen said:

I have a mate whos the same age though who literally has let his age ruin his life. He simply cant handle getting older, its to the point where hes started having and plans to have more cosmetic surgery. Its all very weird and a little sad.Ā 

Not to the same extreme extent, but I have a mate like that. 32Ā year old guy still hanging out in clubs every weekend, surrounded by people in their early 20's and someĀ barley even scrape by with their new ID's. I went out with him a few years ago (probably the last time I went to an actual club) and was horrified by all the 18th Birthday badges.

He hates the idea of staying in on a weekend or just having your mates round with a takeaway. I had a night-in at a friend'sĀ house the other week, where we just smoked cigars, drank some whisky and played old video games. He said that's his idea of hell. I actually don't think he can handle getting older.

My exception for clubs though is these nostalgic emo/pop-punk nights, where it's just a room full of people my age singing along to Saves The Day and Taking Back Sunday until 2am. They're usually held in smaller rooms or the attic of a pub, so hardly proper high street clubbing.

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I knew a guy at uni, I met him in my 3rd year (I'm 33 now), he was about 5-6 years older than me and in the year below, he was an undergrad working in the post grad bar. My best mate liked him so I spent a fair bit of time with him. He couldn't take he was getting older, being in Uni was all about being with younger people as if he realised shit I'm going into my mid twenties I better find a way of hanging out with young kids. He still works there in his late twenties, behind the uni bars because he can't leave. I suppose if he is happy then it is fine, but he can't do that forever.

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I think myĀ contribution to this threadĀ is best summed up by the fact it took everything I have just to muster up the enthusiasm to click ā€˜replyā€™.

Iā€™ll be 37 next Wednesday, and iā€™m In that phase of my life whereby my sole reason for being is to serve and provide. Ā Whether that be at work or when I get home to my wife and three children, my decision making centres largely on ā€˜will this earn the money I need to pay our billsā€™ or ā€˜do I have other things to do which will earn the money I need to pay our billsā€™.

This may well be the most tragic sentence ever written, so strap yourselves in, but if I had to say what I do most with my spare time, I reckon itā€™s browsing here. Ā I get genuinely angry with you lot when itā€™s quiet, because those snatched moments on bus journeys when I donā€™t have the kids go to waste, me incessantly hitting refresh in the hope someoneā€™s bumped a topic.

Working two jobs, raising three kids, Iā€™m finding it nigh on impossible to be a husband right now, let alone a friend or colleague.

I canā€™t fathom the idea of ā€˜date nightsā€™ and the concept of sitting down and burning through a whole fucking box set is incomprehensible. Ā I donā€™t even have any friends or families numbers saved in my phone because there is never a moment where Iā€™m relaxed and sufficiently free of responsibility to think ā€˜Iā€™ll text Tony and see what heā€™s up toā€™

interestingly, (and terrifyingly) I tried to log into an old Facebook account I thought Iā€™d deleted back in 2011 the other day.

Despite going through all the steps, Iā€™ve deleted fuck all! Ā Itā€™s all still there, Facebook has deleted NOTHING!

Handy to a degree because I was able to salvage some old photos, but still...

Anyway, why thatā€™s relevant is because I donā€™t fucking recognise the twat who owned that page 7 years ago, in fact, I outright despise him.

ā€œWicked night out tonight!ā€

ā€Shit day at work, thank god for football at the weekendā€

ā€Tickets booked!ā€

plus all manner of white fucking noise, the likes of which would see me delete almost any contact on the earth who were not a paying customer.

Ironically, this from a time in my life when I had aomewhat of a profile and wouldĀ consider myself to have been reasonably popular, with a bustling phone book, chair of a successful local community group doing lots of press and media etc

The icing on the cake however came a few nights ago when ITV4 showed Tim Vineā€™sĀ Joke-A-Motive which cuts to me in the front row, slim, happy and utterly unrecognisable. Ā Really hit home what a journey Iā€™ve been on the past few years for better and for worse.

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55 minutes ago, Accident Prone said:

Not to the same extreme extent, but I have a mate like that. 32Ā year old guy still hanging out in clubs every weekend, surrounded by people in their early 20's and someĀ barley even scrape by with their new ID's. I went out with him a few years ago (probably the last time I went to an actual club) and was horrified by all the 18th Birthday badges.

He hates the idea of staying in on a weekend or just having your mates round with a takeaway. I had a night-in at a friend'sĀ house the other week, where we just smoked cigars, drank some whisky and played old video games. He said that's his idea of hell. I actually don't think he can handle getting older.

My exception for clubs though is these nostalgic emo/pop-punk nights, where it's just a room full of people my age singing along to Saves The Day and Taking Back Sunday until 2am. They're usually held in smaller rooms or the attic of a pub, so hardly proper high street clubbing.

Ahh my mate doesn't struggle from that perspective, its more the actual ageing process he cant deal with.Ā 

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@John MatrixThat's not you getting old, it's youĀ accepting responsibility. I guy I know, had 2 kids by the time he was 18 and a couple more later. Now they are all adults and fucked off he has started to party (he's 47 now I think) a bit more, go on scuba holidays and go out to the theatre. He loves it, he has the joys of socialising and having fun and the joys of being a grandfather which he loves.

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Haha, I didnā€™t mean to depress the whole board, but reading that back, it was enivitable wasnā€™t it? Ā 

I donā€™t even mean that in the ā€˜woe is meā€™ way it comes across, I full accept thatā€™s the life phase Iā€™m in, and that any friends worth their salt will still be waiting for me once circumstances change, I guess the one point I make though is that although it was our choice to have three children, I do resent how hard we have to work just to put beans on toast on the table. Ā 

90 odd hours a week between us, you think weā€™d have a decent lifestyle at the least, but despite a complete lack of social life or vices, the kids are lucky to get something other than nuggets one day a week such is the cost of living.

Amusingly, the boys are so use to supermarket beans, that on the one occassion we pushed the bought out and bought Heinz, they turned their noses up!

Here, I think this sums it up best...

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Used to work in a phone shop a few years ago, and I was tasked with transferring the data of a student who'd done her upgrade with us.Ā  I started the transfer using the store Wi-Fi and told her to come back in 30 minutes.Ā  Time passed and she came back but the transfer was taking a while due to the shitty store Wi-Fi.Ā  She asked me how long do I think it would take, so I said:

Me "I'd give it another 30-45 minutes, sorry about this, our Wi-Fi is as slow as dial up sometimes"

Her "What's dial up?"

That's when it hit me that I was a lot older than I thought I was.

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On 8/2/2018 at 12:39 PM, ColinBollocks said:

Have you had any "I'm getting old" moments?

Shopping in Tesco a few years back I saw a nice looking oriental woman, early twenties, short purple hair, almost transparent boob-tube with no bra. Tidy pair just north of a handful.

My brain - "It's November, you idiot."

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For me it's my attitude to the opposite sex. When I meet someone where's some attraction or flirting instead of just deciding based on "attracted to" and "not a knob" that I might test the water for dating possibilities, I'm on high alert looking for any of the things that put me OFF and, putting the cart way before the horse, the things which would mean a proper relationship wouldn't work, so I can assign them to the "forget it about" file ASAFP and crack on. This is even true of women that explicitly let me know they're interested either directly or through a friend. In my 20s "she likes you" would have been enough for me to think "let's go out then." At 35 I only want to go on a "date" if I've spent enough time with someone to spot the personality/character traits I'd NEED in a serious relationship, and none of the big red flags have presented themselves.

I want to settle down. That makes me feel old. Also, Radio 1.

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To be fairĀ people just sound fucking miserable rather than old. The world doesn't have to end because you've turned 30. I knock about with men in their 50s and 60s withĀ more joie de vivre than some of you lot

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