Dude, 64 is old. People are so youth-obsessed that they pretend and deny, but when you're in your sixties that's when shit really starts going bad. Imagine waking up to discover that you've developed a lipoma the size of your fist on the back of your neck. Try to understand what it's like having to get up to piss every hour and a half, and every time you walk to the bathroom it feels like your feet are full of broken bones because of the arthritis. You can't read anymore at all without reading glasses, your skin is so thin that you bleed if you brush up against something, you've broken at least one bone just from a simple fall, because your bones are less dense now. Your favorite foods all give you acid reflux now, and you had to stop drinking because it interferes with your medicine.
Add in the fact that people under 30 all seem to be crazy assholes because the Overton Window shifted all the way to the Left back in 2010, and frankly I have no idea why all people over 60 haven't murder-suicided their way off this crazy train.
Dude, 64 is old
yes it is. I'm 60. I've made my living with my body most of my life, Played contact sports, played drums and generally done just about everything I could to contribute to breaking this body down. I call it living. But at 60 Ive already had a shattered right leg that 30 yrs later still has the rod in it, a left hip replaced in 2016 soon to be joined by the right one and head of almost all grey hair and face with wrinkles. I feel every bit of these 60 yrs and I'm ok with that. I had my fun. I sowed my oats and I'm not looking to be 25 forever. I HAD my time in the sun. Sunset is coming. So what.
I hear you, some of that is true, I experience it. What I really was getting at is fighting someone that age, I can still do pretty good myself, self-defense.
And then of course some of us age worse, it all depends, sadly I see a lot of people in their fifties that look terrible.
The getting up to pee is insane yep (you can fix it though). It started bothering my dad in his fifties, not me till later.
Yeah, my skin bleeds, bruises easily, but then I was in the sun for decades, surfing and work. The eyes (reading) sucks big time and I've had acid reflux all my life.
I'm definitely in my sixties (to be clear). Fortunately I don't have many wrinkles but I'm definitely getting a stomach...I gots to fix that.
Yeah people been worshipping youth since forever, disgusting but that's the world for you.
As an old motorcyclist friend once said to me, it's not the size (or age) of a man that matters, it's his willingness to inflict violence that counts.
True!
Maybe something like 'not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog.'
My mantra as I get older: "Aging ain't for pussies".
Exactly right.
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