I’m *this* old

The other morning I woke up thinking how good I slept all night. Gosh, it’s going to be a good day, but why is it dark outside? This is weird. Isn’t it, like, 8am, I’d been sleeping for hours. What gives?

*checks the clock*

It was 1130pm and I had gone to bed around 930pm. Am I the only one who wakes up so early that it’s still the same day I went to sleep? I don’t know exactly when I turned from a young person to an old person, but waking up at 1130pm ready for a new day is a sure sign that it’s happened. If that’s not, then going to bed at 930 definitely is.

*wondering if there are other signs*

Kids I don’t know often annoy me.

I complained about the Super Bowl halftime show.

I’m hungry for dinner at 530pm.

I get excited about floor plans.

iPhones sometimes confuse me.

I literally had to go up hill both ways to high school… in the snow.

I used to think everyone else is wrong. No I know everyone else is wrong.

I recently got very excited about sleeping with a pillow between my knees.

Just met with a banker about my 401k and what I should do with it before I turn 60.

Talking about being 60 didn’t frighten me.

I don’t understand, nor do I care to, anything about NFTs.

I can’t figure out why anyone cares about Instagram.

I swear music was so much better when I was young.


I’ll go ahead and stop the list there because the more I think about it, I’m realizing I could be sitting here at my computer for a long time working on this list! Is there anything mentioned that applies to the young’ns? When did you realize you weren’t a spring chicken anymore? Oh gosh, might as well add that one to the list, too.

I call young people “spring chickens”

Thanks for dropping in…

-Out of the Wilderness

Published by Ben Wilder

Since 2005, I've called Nashville home. I'm the leader of the pack, which includes an 11-year-old beagle and a 9-year-old blue heeler mix. My days include writing, video editing, dog boarding, and other fun activities. Thanks for checking out my blog, I hope you enjoy it!

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