I turned 60 last month and my friend thoroughly enjoyed herself, taking the p*ss out of me all day long, until I pointed out that she would hit retirement age and officially become an OAP before me.
I look like I'm in my 30's because I've lost my hair (well, most of it; I'm waiting for the rest to go), and I probably seem like I'm in my 30's because I'm pretty mellow, but I'm not quite there yet. Sometimes I feel really old, and then I think of my actual age and realize I'm not.
I have those realizations a lot. I think I'm messy, and then I see other people's homes. I think I'm bald, and then I look at my dad. I think I have too much body hair, and then I look at your mom.
Turning 38 soon and still a level 0 Commoner. Is it to late to become an adventurer? My mind is racing for adventures, my heart is throbbing for adrenaline and my knees are aching for arrows!
I probably have the physical and mental possibilities to do it, though I sincerely and very obviously lack initiative and bravery! I've also always been intensively afraid of dying. Not death itself, but the actual moment of dying. I remember when I sat at the bedside when my grandmother died, watcher her wither away, while her never-healing wounds festered and the putrid smell of dead, rotten flesh filled the room. She had lost the ability to speak after an anerism (sp?) and after being treated as a child for many years in elderly care, she decided to kill herself the only way she could - by starving herself to death by refusing to eat. Captive in her own broken shell, I sat and watch her slowly die and death become something so releasing for her, but those agonizing weeks it took became my worst possible nightmare.
Okay, I understand the slang thing now. It was referring to slang in general. 9-9-9-9-9-9 wasn't some new slang; it's a reference to a character with 9 Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma.
I probably have the physical and mental possibilities to do it, though I sincerely and very obviously lack initiative and bravery! I've also always been intensively afraid of dying. Not death itself, but the actual moment of dying. I remember when I sat at the bedside when my grandmother died, watcher her wither away, while her never-healing wounds festered and the putrid smell of dead, rotten flesh filled the room. She had lost the ability to speak after an anerism (sp?) and after being treated as a child for many years in elderly care, she decided to kill herself the only way she could - by starving herself to death by refusing to eat. Captive in her own broken shell, I sat and watch her slowly die and death become something so releasing for her, but those agonizing weeks it took became my worst possible nightmare.
I'm so sorry to hear that, @Skatan. It's disturbing enough to contemplate that happening to a stranger, much less one's own family.
Okay, I understand the slang thing now. It was referring to slang in general. 9-9-9-9-9-9 wasn't some new slang; it's a reference to a character with 9 Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma.
I believe @iroumen responded to my comment about being a commoner, hence the straight 9's.
And thanks @semiticgod and apologies for the gloom and doom. I don't know why I wrote that, that memory just popped up when I thought about death and it didn't really fit into the thread's topic. Sorry for going OT. It's weird how some memories just burn themselves into your memory, how you can recall scents, sounds etc many years after but you can't even remember what you are for lunch yesterday. That's one such memory.
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My body feels like 20.
My mind feels like 80.
(Like @Elminster)
I have those realizations a lot. I think I'm messy, and then I see other people's homes. I think I'm bald, and then I look at my dad. I think I have too much body hair, and then I look at your mom.
Honestly thought there'd be more people in the older brackets given that this is IE games central.
Hey, did no one notice my "yo mama" joke?
And thanks @semiticgod and apologies for the gloom and doom. I don't know why I wrote that, that memory just popped up when I thought about death and it didn't really fit into the thread's topic. Sorry for going OT. It's weird how some memories just burn themselves into your memory, how you can recall scents, sounds etc many years after but you can't even remember what you are for lunch yesterday. That's one such memory.