Title says it all. This should be a nice, fun thread. :rofl No poll, unless y'all think I should add one.
When I'm doing taxes - 95 When I'm shopping for shave goodies - 8 When I'm looking at hot woman in a bikini - 25 When I'm Riding - 35 unless I got beat up and then it's 65 When I'm on here and you start referencing old movies, TV shows, bands and music - My true age.
To be honest, I feel pretty old (and I like it ). Physically I'm 21 and yet I can't relate to anything that's "typical" for my age. You know - getting drunk, doing stupid things, pulling pranks, buying brand-clothes just because they're in fashion, attending discos, raves, clubbings and whatnot else. I take it slow, attend a (classical) concert, musical or opera, watch art-movies, smoke a cigar or pipe, have a (as in one) fine glass o' good stuff (be it wine, whisky or beer) and watch the others hasten through their life from the rocking chair on my porch. :sick022
40's ish Lets think about it, all the folks my age. 1. Use Mach 3's. 2. Don't smoke pipes are cigars (less you count black and milds). 3. Drink Lite Beer ::ban In cans sometimes (and they PAY FOR IT). ::ban. I could go on here but you see the point
They just haven't learned how to appreciate the finer things in life yet or have the money to pursue it.
I honestly think I’ve learnt to become detached these past two years. I always assumed it was a trait of grown-ups, but Internet proved me otherwise. I sincerely believe I’m retarded, like most from my generation, but I also have an interest in the finest things in life, so that should compensate it a bit.
I "felt" late 20's well into my late 30's. Then I hit 40 and suddenly "became my parents" and jumped directly to my 60's. --Mark
When I play baseball I'm in my early twenties. When I try to strech a single into a double I'm 43 and slow. When I hit one out of the ballpark I'm back in my twenties. At work i'm 43. At home alone 19. But then I wake up in the morning and I'm 43 again. I still have my good looks Raf
Ohhh this is a tough one. I recall a story of when I was 4 or so and my school took us to a trip to the local bank. The Bank Manager gave us a tour and at the end held up various denominations of currency to teach us about them. When he held up each one and gave the usual "Does anyone know what this is?" speech, not only was I able to name them all right off the bat without him giving us the answers, I also told him which ones he was missing in order to have a full set of coin/bills. So I guess I was.. what, "45" at that time? :rofl I am sure I must have aged since then...