“When I am 40, I will have lost my will to live over 20 years prior. I simply wait to die every day. Occasionally I try to do things I think I might enjoy, only to be proven wrong.”
This is me at 30 tbqh
Tbf when I was 8-9 years old I thought that 14 year olds were fully grown adults.
This but it just keeps on going.
8? 15 = adult
15? 25 = adult
25? 35 = adult
I have income, a job, a car, a place to live. I dont feel like an adult yet.You become an adult when you hear someone telling their kids to behave or “that mister” will tell them off.
You look around. There’s nobody else. You have become The Mister. The stranger based punishment of exasperated mothers everywhere. You are now an adult.
Nothing quite prepared me for the first time I had a doctor who was younger than me.
So, all you have to do to be an adult is get a retail job? Nice.
Same here, save a car. I am also waiting for that magical moment when “you will understand when you grow up”. Welp, how much more growing do I have to do to reach that magical understanding
that some grown-ups are toxic moronsuntold mysteries of the universeHeard an interview one. The man said that at 20 he could imagine being 40, and at 40 he could imagine being 80. He was 67 at the time…
35? 45 = adult over 40? I am supposed to be an adult? That doesn’t sound right.
Same
Aging sucks. I think with the tremendous computing resources presently wasted on vapid AI slop and endless fart videos, we could instead use it for anti-aging research.
anti-aging research.
I mean, there’s plenty of anti aging research going on. It’s just that aging isn’t any one thing. At the genetic level, telomeres are getting shorter and mutations are accelerating. In cells, certain metabolic waste products accumulate, and the cells experience increased oxidative stress.
At the tissue level, you see blood vessels stiffening up, accumulating calcium deposits in the vessel walls themselves, and arterial plague within the vessels. Conversely, bones lose strength and lose calcium, and muscles and joints and tendons and ligaments deteriorate in strength and range of motion. Skin loses elasticity. Plaques and other abnormalities form in the brain and throughout the nervous system. The endocrine system undergoes changes as the hormonal balance of people changes in late adulthood (most notably menopause in women).
Each of these effects of aging is being investigated, researched, and potentially treated. Dermatologists can make old skin look younger, or at least slow down the rate of apparent aging. There are pills that give 60 year old men the boners of a 20 year old. Some hormone therapies reverse some of the age-related decline in particular hormone levels. Each treatment treats its own thing, reversing or stalling one tiny aspect of aging.
And they’re continuing to work on it. There’s plenty of research being done, with lots and lots of funding behind it.
That research will only ever benefit the rich though.
It will eventually reach the masses when some big brain capitalist thinks they can make good money from it. Technology always proliferates so long as it is useful.
Naah, it’s not nearly smart enough to do that yet.
Let’s just say that even if you where immortal, there is still the issue of your “soul” aging. In other words, you know you are old, and you won’t enjoy playing Pokemon Platinum in the same way.
Society will also increasingy isolate you in various ways.
Fear mongering nonsense. Did anyone feel that way when infant mortality went way down?
You’ll have other people the same “old” as you to hang out with. Many people say they “feel 25” inside, well guess what, now we can make your body align with that.
We already have “anti-aging” compared to how people aged, say, two hundred or two thousand years ago.
Besides, “immortality” is an absolute, you can always choose to unalive yourself if you feel so strongly about Pokemon Platinum. No Greek-style tragedy of the “immortal” who can’t kill themselves.
Seems to me there is a lot more in life that can be enjoyed with a few extra centuries.
Or even better, a Logan’s Run style of extended youth for your “allotted” four score and ten, then poof! Carousel. No aging, no senescence, no frailty, sickness, disease, waning sense and shrinking brains, just extended 20-something for 60 years, then ZAAP!
I’ll take that over the meandering aging nonsense of how I’m supposed to revel in my aging carcass.
PS: There is no soul. Just complex patterns in a vat of neurons.
Ok. All that just to tell you I’m 29, and get asked occasionally what grade I’m in. I’d know. I can already see all the anti-aging interventions, but I feel like I missed out on something permanently. Like nothing can make up for that fact.
And that is why I’m going to compensate by being a glorious warrior. I have nothing else left.
Knew a fellow who had a similar look. He’d go into the bars and hand the hottest woman there a $20 and ask her to buy the drinks because he was afraid of getting carded. Most of the time they enjoyed the idea of corrupting an innocent and paid for his drinks.
Priceless. I can drink a certain hard drink casually…Thank you for giving me ideas
To be fair, my buddy has been doing this for a while. Baby steps.
Must be a troll account tbh. The name is too on brand.
Sorry, but nothing has been made more obsolete by AI than wasting people’s time.
Do I need to post my diagnosis?
Tell that to my knees
I’d rather be isolated than dead.
Not saying I’d rather be dead (oftentimes I would), but there’s some things money, time, and success can’t fix. Like for example: if you fuck a goat, you are a goat fucker for life.
Whose life though? If all people are dead who knew about the goat fucking, then you might lose that „title“. ;)
Plus if you get dementia. But there would have to be always a trace, right?
Depends. Will I still have my glasses, now that I have time to read all the books in the library?
Not gonna happen, humans don’t prioritize like that.
They’ll make slop and scams in desperate attempts to justify taking their share of the produce from the mechanized fields.
I remember SETI@home and folding@home… SETI I think is a dead end, but understanding our genome and proteome and how constantly recycled ageless atoms somehow manage to encode “age” is something I really want to know.
This checks out.
Those kids nailed it.
My co-worker running ahead of me at 40, looking like the happest person there:
That guy really is obnoxiously beautiful.
Your username is intriguing
You’re right! That username IS intriguing, TacoButtPlug
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I’m about to turn 40, it’s all true
Just wait until 40. It’s like going down a step with your eyes closed without knowing the step is coming. Very jarring and painful.
Haha omg, actually the best description of hitting 40 I have seen! Pretty much this yes
I’ve abused my body so much with drugs and alcohol and crowd surfing at concerts and late night dance parties and raves and vaping and smoking before that (actually quit for seven years; starting again was the biggest mistake of my life) and junk food and fast food. Even now that I have a pretty healthy diet and we like to go hiking, I know how much I’ve taken from my future. I don’t expect to live much past seventy, and maybe not even that. But then again, I was sure I wouldn’t reach 25 and that came and went.
You sound like the type of bastard that lives to be a hundred.
As someone who has a relationship with smoking, I feel like I have to say a few words:
Apart from abusing my body in ways similar to what you described, I also smoked for almost 15 years. I started out of stupidity in my twenties. I was not even in high-school, I totally averted that danger… only to step in it years later voluntarily and for stupid reasons (I coughed when trying to smoke pot so I thought I should practice, then found out the high was pretty nice and reasoned it was cheaper to smoke this than pot). Anyway, I gave up 2 years ago, but I tried many times before that. I tried cold turkey, I tried gradually, I tried lighter cigarettes, but nothing worked. The idea of never ever smoking another cigarette for as long as I lived was paralyzing. I also hated how it controlled me, and it felt like avoiding any contact with any cigarette ever was also a form of it controlling me from the other direction. So I worked something out that works for me, and maybe it will for you:
My goal was to solve the control problem more than anything. So I said I don’t want a love or hate relationship with cigarettes: I want indifference. It means I don’t buy cigarettes anymore, for one. This is probably the most important part, just don’t smoke at home or during normal activities. The physical dependence is present in the first 3 days, after that it’s just psychological, or so they say, so I took advantage of when I was down with a cold and couldn’t smoke, and I kept it up after. I still had some cigarettes left and I smoked them with some friends when I was out for beers, about 2 weeks later. Whenever I felt stressed at work or whatever, I tried to just take my hand and put it on my mouth with like 2 fingers as if I was holding a cigarette and just suck thin air like it was a cigarette then blow the fictional smoke, I’d do it multiple times if needed — this gesture was calming, even if it didn’t last as long as it did with the real thing, it was like halfway there. Even though this sounds like quitting, the goal was still indifference, but I was way too much in the “I need to smoke” control zone so I focused on pulling out. Throughout I didn’t think of myself as anything related to smoking: I wasn’t a smoker because it felt defeatist, I wasn’t a non-smoker because it felt unearned, I wasn’t an occasional smoker because it felt lazy — I was just trying to take the control out of my relationship with smoking and turn it into something more like “friends with benefits”. I had a quit-smoking-timer app on my phone which in previous attempts I kept resetting with each cigarette I wasn’t able to resist, but this time I said I’m not going to punish myself anymore: this is a new mindset and it allows for casual smoking just like you casually try some weed at a party if someone is offering and it doesn’t make you addicted to weed or a weed smoker or anything like that — you’re just having fun — so the app measures the time since I adopted this new mindset and new (non)relationship with smoking.
The first month was probably the only time I kept needing to repeat all of the above to myself. After that it became second nature. It was both easier and harder to do than I initially thought, but I’m confident in myself now because it’s more of a fundamental identity change than a change in habits or actions: it’s internal, how I see myself vis a vis smoking.
Maybe a mindset like this can help you conquer your addiction, if you’re interested. I say “if you’re interested” because you probably know already: you have to want it first. It can’t be forced on you, it really has to come from you. If it helps, for me it came when I got mad that, after forcing myself to smoke lighter and lighter cigarettes, I learned that they’re just as harmful in the long run, so I got even more mad at big tobacco for lying to me like that (apart from all the other horrible shit they’ve done) and that betrayal was the fuel I used as motivation. It’s always the petty stuff that gets us the most, lol. Also, I really don’t want to check out that soon. Non-existence is terrifying, and life is finally getting better for me. But I’m also older and need to watch my health, so I’m more open now to actively changing stuff for said health.
For me I found casual or occasional smoking could too easily become “just one more”. I hated the fact that it had a grip over me but I needed a more definitive reason to quit. What worked for me was when my sister told me she was going to have a baby. I didn’t want that kid to have smoking adults in her life. Which meant I had to quit, and hopefully that would help my sister to quit as well. I don’t know if my actions made any difference but she did quit. Doing it for a kid was a powerful motivator for me. When she gave me the news, I put down the phone, tossed my remaining cigarettes in the trash and left it at that. Not even one last one. I knew I had the motivation I was waiting for and that was the end of it.
I guess everybody has their own way that works for them and you just need to find what that is.
Yeah for sure. I’m afraid of the “just one more” thing too, that’s why I don’t think of it as casual. It’s more like I expressly forbid it in association with things I do every day or places I am every day, then if it happens in the corner cases once in a blue moon, I’m fine. So for instance, one rule I have is not to buy any packs ever and I don’t keep any around the house — you don’t move in with your FWB lol. But if there’s a crowd of friends or something, we can partake, but it’s like a ritual, it has a clear start and end and you don’t take it home with you. I specifically modeled it after weed, since I’m not addicted to that at all, and if it’s around me I sometimes partake and sometimes don’t. That’s how I’m currently with cigarettes. Plus, I don’t go out much these days, so I barely even see anyone else do it.
That said, you’re right: both that it’s a different experience for everyone, and that it’s better to just never touch it again, but personally I can’t live with the thought of being banned from something for the rest of my life, because that implies I’ve already experienced it for the last time in my life, and that just brings in the existential dread.
Bro it’s genetics, you’ll probably be an old fuck so long you want it to end like stans grandpa.
Second one is spot on.
I met one of my neighbors kids the other day. They’re new to the neighborhood so we were talking about the ages of his family members compared to mine. He just turned 6. I asked how old his dad was and he said 50 or 60. I could see his dad across the yard and he’s definitely younger than me. I asked how old he thought I was and he said 70. I’m 36. Kids can be meaner on accident than assholes are on purpose.
I’m 40 and my body is literally falling apart and in an hour or so I’m going to my local urgent care for internal bleeding they’re probably going to send me to the ER for.
So yeah, these kids were pretty much spot on. No wrinkles though. So I’ve got that going for me.
Urgent and “in an hour or so” - wait wat? You must be a fellow American. At least we got Freedom tho, right?
Anyway I hope it doesn’t turn out to be too serious.
Just run of the mill internal bleeding. No big deal.
That’s where blood is supposed to be
As long as the blood is on the inside I’m not seeing the problem?
Totally American.
I’ve been put through the ringer by the American healthcare system enough already that I wait as long as possible before giving in and getting help. I’ve been bleeding for a few weeks. It’s almost for sure an ulcer. Here’s hoping they don’t do what they’ve done in the past, which is mis-diagnose me or make me wait months to see the wrong specialist.
Peptic ulcer is one of the floors of hell that has no end or exits. Got one at 22 years old; best friends still at 47. The magic words to your a primary care Dr is “request an upper endoscopy” and “referral to gastroenterologist”.
… name checks out… shit.
I’m 50 and I will do literally anything to not climb any stairs. My knee just doesn’t wanna.
I feel exposed
Me, over 50 💀
I’m reminded of this old Catwoman PS2 game clip.
Anyway, they’re not entirely wrong. I doubt I’ll live to even 84, so I have passed halfway through life and my whole body hurts when I sleep longer than 7 hours.
So I resonate with the “I know I will die soon” line.
