How old do you feel?

alieNDNalieNDN 2,181 Posts
edited October 2011 in Strut Central
So the other day my friend came back from a trip in New York. I told him I have this wicked documentary on the early hip hop/grafitti movement (Style Wars) where he visited, so I'd bring the DVD to his place and we'd watch. I think I bought this DVD just about less than 8 years ago. I only watched it once prior, around when I first purchased it.

So we're watching it, and I'm loving the tunes and all. But parts of it make me uncomfortable watching it this time around. My friend goes "these guys are pricks". And the wierd thing is that I'm agreeing with him! Man I love cartoonism, and all the styles and art that comes with it, but when I started to think about public sites being tagged, I got all conservative on my liberal youth's face. Y'all ever encounter a similar sentiment? One of those, "I'm turning into my parents" things!
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  • Big_ChanBig_Chan 5,088 Posts
    You sound old.

  • RAJRAJ tenacious local 7,780 Posts
    Big_Chan said:
    You sound old.

    Chan!

  • HarveyCanalHarveyCanal "a distraction from my main thesis." 13,234 Posts
    It's more a problem for me that at 40, I don't feel old at all. It's like I have to be reminded that I'm not still 20. For instance last night, I watched the Texas game with some friends and on my way home I thought about stopping at the club...but then had to realize that maybe at 40, I shouldn't be going to the club wearing shorts, tennis shoes, a white tee, and a fitted cap.

  • same here...I dont feel 40 at all. But when I read shit like "Cliff Burton died 25 years ago today" and since I saw Cliff Burton play, I feel old. I perhaps dont dress 40 either, at least all the time...I have to work on that...as Louis CK says, "A 40 year dressing like a 20 year old looks like a 20 year old the same way a male transvestite looks like a woman". Eye opening line for sure. But one good thing, I was calling role at work the other day and I mispronounced someones name and I apologized and told the person I knew how they felt as people have been mispronouncing my name for 40 years and the kids said "what, you are 40?...we thought you were 30 at most." They were being genuine also (I have a top of the line kid bullshit detector). So I have that babyface, which is nice.

  • AlmondAlmond 1,427 Posts
    I've been thinking about the old/young question a lot lately. I feel either 20 or 50, but not really anywhere in between. I'm a graduate student (aged 24) and work 1/2-3/4 time, but still get support from the fam and don't have to worry much about bills, so in that regard, I feel a little less mature than some of my peers who are already starting families. But now that I'm working on my thesis and spend so much time alone, I almost never see or talk to people my own age. Even the ladies at my gym are way older than me. I've never been a club-goer and procrastinate by reading news articles at work and looking at blogs about decorating. I spend more time at the art store than with my friends, so that all makes me feel old.

    And I've noticed a few white hairs, but have learned to accept them. No hair dye anytime soon.

  • what makes me feel old is when i see some some college/pro athlete on tv and i remember their dad playing.

  • batmonbatmon 27,574 Posts
    Almond said:
    I've never been a club-goer

  • RockadelicRockadelic Out Digging 13,993 Posts
    I was part of the "Hope I die before I get old" generation and my old man still gives me shit every birthday that I bragged as a kid that I wouldn't live past 25. I'll be 54 in a few months and I don't feel very old except when I try to play ball with a young kid and reality sets in. But I've never spent a night in a hospital and still have all the parts I came with so I consider myself lucky.

    I think the key to life is to enjoy everything you do and to do everything you enjoy. Music keeps me feeling young and finding new music gives me something to look forward to every day. I still party the same way I did 20-30 years ago and probably dress the same way too.

    The thing that has changed the most in my life since I was an idealistic teen hitch-hiking around the country is the amount of responsibility, accountability and respect for life in general that I now have. Today I would NEVER pick up a hitchhiker and wonder about the sanity of those who picked me up.

    Raising children, staying married, owning property and running a business makes you realize the difference between ideals and reality. Doing the "right thing" is key as I can't think of anything more miserable than being old AND having regrets. Being 17 and defacing property is "normal".....being 40 and not realizing that it's wrong is just sad.

    Along with age comes experience, knowledge and wisdom. Those things can make you appear "old" to younger folks or immature peers. Don't ever forget what you were like when you were younger and always move forward. Time will pass quickly and age won't ever be a concern.

    Unfortunately for many it also brings stress, worries, regrets and facing mortality which can lead to unnecessary health issues. IMO if you make it to 75 you've won and everything else is gravy. My great-grandmother worked in her garden the day before she died at 105 years old.....I don't think she ever felt "old".

    Most folks are either rebelling against their parents or becoming them. The reason "You're only as old as you feel" is an old saying is because it's true.

  • DB_CooperDB_Cooper Manhatin' 7,823 Posts
    I feel as old as my hangover.

  • RockadelicRockadelic Out Digging 13,993 Posts
    DB_Cooper said:
    I feel as old as my hangover.

    Bowl of Pozole took care of that before noon....I definitely feel younger than Tony Romo today!

  • DB_CooperDB_Cooper Manhatin' 7,823 Posts
    Rockadelic said:
    DB_Cooper said:
    I feel as old as my hangover.

    Bowl of Pozole took care of that before noon....I definitely feel younger than Tony Romo today!

    Haha! Sayin'! I bet Big Ben feels even worse. I made some honey mustard chicken wangs that are wiping away the physical memory of years gone by as we speak. With a Rolling Rock back. I will live to fight another day. :beerbang:

  • batmonbatmon 27,574 Posts
    i feel old when i try to drop some obscure or not so obscure tv reference to a youngster and it goes out the window

    and when i play certain songs and kids look at me like wtf.


  • DB_CooperDB_Cooper Manhatin' 7,823 Posts
    batmon said:
    i feel old when i try to drop some obscure or not so obscure tv reference to a youngster and it goes out the window

    and when i play certain songs and kids look at me like wtf.

    The other day, I made a Dukes of Hazzard reference, and it totally went over this young breezy's head.

  • staxwaxstaxwax 1,474 Posts
    DB_Cooper said:
    batmon said:
    i feel old when i try to drop some obscure or not so obscure tv reference to a youngster and it goes out the window

    and when i play certain songs and kids look at me like wtf.

    The other day, I made a Dukes of Hazzard reference, and it totally went over this young breezy's head.

    I hope for your sake it wasnt the rosco p coltrane laugh


  • ElectrodeElectrode Los Angeles 3,096 Posts
    I'm almost 28, but luckily, I physically feel (and look like) I'm 20. More mature, I have the hunger to get my life going full speed ahead, which I am already doing. However, I also find myself having the cynicism of a middle aged man; willfully disconnected from the Facebook/texting/reality show/etcetc...-generation that my former grade school peers have procreated. I sometime catch myself falling into the psychological trap of various old man-isms such as being embarrassed by the memory of my slightly more socially inept former self. This "I'm more intelligent than the previous generation" line of thinking is quickly gone, however, when I remember that I was watching cartoons when Clinton was just elected President. Meanwhile, I am self-conscious and competitive when it comes to thinking about how much I have done with my life so far in comparison to other people. I'm going to turn 30 in only a couple of years and while I hear that the 30's are the new 20s, it's rather surreal to fully realize adulthood, even though my logical self tells me that everyone has to age, make the best of and enjoy the hand that they are dealt with until they meet the eventual end. Maybe to ponder this stuff - but not necessarily stress over - is a product of our technologically driven, "information now!" way of life that makes me think about these kind of things; I don't know. I do know that there is going to come a day when I will be unable to make the excuse, "hey, I'm young!" when someone twice my age witnesses me polishing off a triple chili hamburger while downing a beer and has to make some half-joking observational comment.

  • bassiebassie 11,710 Posts
    I don't know how old I feel. I don't what any age is supposed to feel like.
    I know it's done to death, but "_____ is the new _____" rings true. The expectations for women to be married and have kids by a certain age have definitely changed.
    I have basically felt the same since I was 25 as far as what I want to my life to be about and how I approach things.

    I have a lopsided smile so I have this bracket of a wrinkle on the left side of my face that has popped up recently. I am in love with it.

  • AlmondAlmond 1,427 Posts
    DB_Cooper said:
    batmon said:
    i feel old when i try to drop some obscure or not so obscure tv reference to a youngster and it goes out the window

    and when i play certain songs and kids look at me like wtf.

    The other day, I made a Dukes of Hazzard reference, and it totally went over this young breezy's head.

    You old coot.

  • batmonbatmon 27,574 Posts
    twenty somethings really shouldnt be in this thread....talmbout "omg i so remember coppin Blueprint on 9/11!"

  • batmon said:
    twenty somethings really shouldnt be in this thread....talmbout "omg i so remember coppin Blueprint on 9/11!"

    bathate real talk.

  • Dolo76Dolo76 64 Posts
    Its all relative, i think.

    I feel old at work sometimes, because my youngest students nowadays were born in 93, and Ill have references to stuff that they dont get. And i think of all the crazy shit i was doing in 93 when they were still swimming in their womb pools

    But then i feel young when hanging around other mid-30ish peoples, and they are all flabby and sick, larry holmes style, like they were cool but then turned into huge fuckin squares. I think Hiphop, Scratching, Diggin, Deejaying, and Graffiti, etc have kept me young in spirit cuz I dont get caught up in the rat race most the people my age got trapped in.



    And to the OP, please sell that StyleWars DVD, you and your square friend dont deserve to watch that, with your crusty ass attitude towards the best art style ever created, lol.

  • AlmondAlmond 1,427 Posts
    batmon said:
    twenty somethings really shouldnt be in this thread....talmbout "omg i so remember coppin Blueprint on 9/11!"

    I remember ripping that off of someone's iTunes in my dormitory's network years ago! It's not stealing if it was already stolen.

  • batmonbatmon 27,574 Posts
    Almond said:
    batmon said:
    twenty somethings really shouldnt be in this thread....talmbout "omg i so remember coppin Blueprint on 9/11!"

    I remember ripping that off of someone's iTunes in my dormitory's network years ago! It's not stealing if it was already stolen.

    that was SOOOoooooo long ago, omg. I mean like Jay-Z was just starting out then.
    Wow now i feel like so old when i recall playin it out after 9/11!

  • eliseelise 3,252 Posts
    I feel younger than Batmon.

  • AlmondAlmond 1,427 Posts
    batmon said:
    Almond said:
    batmon said:
    twenty somethings really shouldnt be in this thread....talmbout "omg i so remember coppin Blueprint on 9/11!"

    I remember ripping that off of someone's iTunes in my dormitory's network years ago! It's not stealing if it was already stolen.

    that was SOOOoooooo long omg. I mean like Jay-Z was just starting out then.
    Wow now i feel like so old when i recall playin it out after 9/11!

    Omg, you do sound so old, like really old.

    Old obviously means something entirely different to a 24 y/o than it does to a 40-something. Now excuse me while I check to see if I grew any more white hairs.

  • I turn 42 at the end of the month and this past summer
    renewed my workout routine with a vengeance. Kicked
    my metabolism in the rear and am feeling better than I
    have felt in a good while. Biked 24 miles yesterday, did
    a 30 minute workout today that touched everything, and
    I'll cook up something tomorrow workout wise that may or
    may not include some hills on the mountain bike but will
    most definitely involve kettlebells. Drinking a lot more
    water these days as well. Staying fit is a lifestyle and an
    addiction. Once you see and feel the gains you keep
    pushing, at least I do. From my early 20's through to my
    mid 30's I worked out somewhat regular. I ran a ton more
    then but have taken to the bike to spare my knees. From
    my mid 30's to about a year ago I slowed down my work-
    outs. I felt and looked more sluggish too as I started to
    put on some weight in my middle that I previously never
    had. Hence the renewed commitment and now I don't
    see myself ever turning back. A TON more energy. To
    answer your question, I feel and look much younger than
    most dudes my age.

    This is a great article on getting older written by one of
    my favorite writers:

    Liking It, As Is
    Catching Shakespeare at the cusp



    February11, 2008




    Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon.

    It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5???s rank papermill purgatory and hit the lush southern folds of the state. I drove through the hills and dales in a kind of abstract glaze, however, as the looming brand of 40 had me grinding through the worry beads of my life with more morose vexation than usual. My accomplishments, it seemed to me that day, did not the mustard cut. Though the feeling was as predictable as clockwork, I was still struck with the sense???made even more poignant or at least absurd by the perpetual adolescence that I share with so many of my generation???that I had not lived life to its fullest as a young man, and was now no longer young.

    Though I am by temperament more of a history and tragedy buff, the play I chanced to catch that afternoon was ???As You Like It.??? As I shuffled into the hall and took my seat, I recalled not much more about the play than a forest, the cross-dressing Rosalind, and a bunch of weddings at the end. I idly flipped through the program, and only gradually became aware of the peculiar fact that the surrounding audience was almost completely divided between old people and teenage school kids. I suppose that those are precisely the class of humans you would expect to see at the theater at 1pm on a weekday, but it still unnerved me. My peers were all elsewhere, gainfully employed, supporting families, taken by their creative muse.

    I turned to look for compatriots in the rows behind me, and my glance fell on a girl in a white dress who sat behind me. She was about fifteen years old, and had accessorized the vestal look by placing a white flower???a peony I think, I don???t know my flowers???in her neatly coifed straw-blond hair. She was pretty, without a doubt, but in an abstract, flowery way, too young and wide-eyed to stir desire that was in itself not essentially abstract???a desire composed less of attraction than of my own wish to be young enough to actually warrant such a creature. Then a sickly sweet odor hit my nose, and I turned to its source: a blue haired biddie who sat two seats down from the nymphet, one of scores of old folks bussed in for the afternoon. I don???t know what it was???some sugary perfume or laundry detergent or peculiar brand of mothball???but I faintly gagged.

    I turned to face the empty stage and the full force of Time hit me like a two-by-four. Here I was, halfway through life???s journey, poised on the dizzy summit of my life???s parabola, gazing at the far limits of the curve at either end. On the one hand, the taut white bud of an impossible youth and, on the other, the cloying decay that draws it and us inevitably into the earth, that will swallow up me and my beautiful wife and all the women and men I love. Then the hall darkened.

    Woah Nellie! Good thing the show was a comedy???and a deeply entertaining one at that. As is often the case, the Ashland company decided to liven things up by setting the play far from the Renaissance, and had settled upon America during the Depression. The early flapper scenes in the court didn???t work so well, but things picked up considerably once Rosalind, Orlando, and crew flee to the forest of Arden. There we meet the good exiled Duke Senior, whose opening ???sweet are the uses of adversity??? speech reminded me on that rich and difficult day that suffering too is a kind of self-discovery, that the discomforts of life in the forest are ???counselors / That feelingly persuade me what I am.???

    This flash of recognition was nothing compared to the subsequent appearance of Jacques, the Duke???s musing melancholic anti-fool. Jacques, as people who actually know their Shakespeare would have recalled right off the bat, is the mouthpiece for the famous ???all the world???s a stage??? monologue, a bitter little rant about the ages of man that, when it was delivered by the snooty grouch who embodied Jacques that day, sent massive, almost psychedelic shudders down my spine.

    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms???
    Not only did Jacques???s meditation echo my own sense of dire transition, but it triggered the forgotten fact that I had memorized and performed this very monologue when I was in elementary school, not too much younger than the kids sitting near me. That was back when I was at the second age, ???the whining schoolboy with his satchel,??? and now, hearing it again decades later, I was lost somewhere between the stage of soldier, ???seeking the bubble reputation???, and a half-assed older justice, ???full of wise saws and modern instances??????instances like these you are reading about, I suppose, that make an afternoon at the stage an allegory of loss and return.

    The play itself is, I discovered, all about time. The world of court is the world of clock-time, of duty and exchange and production, while the free forest of Arden is a pastoral place of timelessness, or at least the different kind of time that comes to lovers and shepherds and other acolytes of the imagination. Orlando says to the disguised Rosalind, ???There???s no clock in the forest;??? Rosalind replies that ???Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.??? This kind of relativity reminds us of the plasticity of time, and especially those interior modes of time???mystic glimpse, ardent gaze, sexy dancing???that elude the objective clocks of the real world, the grinding time of measurement that the fool Touchstone captures when he says:

    Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
    And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
    And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
    And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
    And thereby hangs a tale.
    Jacques??? seven ages speech is itself such a hanging tale, and its fateful seriality is of a piece with that melancholy that he maintains despite living in the Arcadian forest, with its ardent echoes of Eden. In a sense, Jacques??? melancholy is of a piece with his anguished awareness of time as an assembly line, or a disassembly line, at the end of which all pleasure and love and dream spills into the pit of mere oblivion, ???Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.???Et in arcadia Ego.

    My day already seemed proof of Jacques??? rhetorical momento mori, but as he finished his brief monologue I flashed on something subtler, or at least more personal: that my young choice to soliloquize such a jaded breakdown of life reflected an early intuition that, like Jacques, I too would spend a lot of my life with Saturn on my ass???a recognition I could even further see was a kind of choice, the way I sometimes pretended back then to have a limp because it seemed to lend a strange and elevated character to the tedious business of walking from here to there. It was not that I was damned to be Jacques???only that, on days like today, I continued to play him.

    And I could see it that way because the play itself treats time as play, as love-play or Hindu leela, a forest frolic made sacred and good in its ritual repetition as a play, a whirligig of wish fulfillment, the eternal return of those escaped slaves who "lose and neglect the creeping hours of time." This is deep comedy: not the assembly line, but the dancing recurrence of hours of love or their echoing analogues, as if all ritual was a kind of comedy, an affirmation of desire???not just as you like it, but as you will, so mote it be???and all this cast spinning across the shoproom floor of days and decades like a ring dance or a top, round and round and round she goes, and all we know is nobody knows.

  • batmonbatmon 27,574 Posts
    elise said:
    I feel younger than Batmon.

    i look younger though!

  • eliseelise 3,252 Posts
    Jspr said:
    "Because of my immaturity, I have a boyish quality"


    Yes!

  • eliseelise 3,252 Posts
    batmon said:
    elise said:
    I feel younger than Batmon.

    i look younger though!

    Wash yo butt.

  • HarveyCanalHarveyCanal "a distraction from my main thesis." 13,234 Posts
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