It must start happening in a person’s thirties. And in the same way no one can explain what to expect in marriage, no one can really explain that “thing” that happens in the third decade of one’s life. It’s the reminders that come out of nowhere reminding me how old I am. Or more aptly, enlightening just how old thirty-some-odd-years really are. I don’t feel old and I am really enjoying my thirties. I’m not afraid of aging. Bring on the wisdom I say! But nothing reminds me that I’m not a newly-married, recently graduated, first time home buying, twenty-something-who-feels-seventeen-still person like these things:
your friend from junior high has her third baby
your sibling’s child hits his/her teens
your favorite television show has been in reruns for tens years
your favorite band, which formed while you were in high school, has been together for eighteen years
the CBS Sunday morning show celebrates 30 years
you can no longer relate to most characters on primetime TV
and just tonight…
Tetris celebrates its 25th anniversary. Twenty-fifth. Anniversary. Tetris is younger than me.
Crap.
You are hilarious
Stinking Tetris. I hear you though. My newphew Jordan will be getting his driver’s license in about a week. That’s just wrong. And isn’t Bono almost 50 now? And I officially don’t get new pop personalities (what’s with Lady GaGa?). But I feel like I, in general, was so confused when I was in my late teens/20s that I’ll take being grounded and 30 anyday! 
Oh gosh. I’m so with ya. Especially on the TV characters thing. Or the fact that I’ve decided I’m too old to bother with or even care how Twitter works.
Ok,,, I;m trying to think of something witty……… ok,,, I can’t…..’cause I forgot! Now that’s old! ba-dump!
It’s worse when you have “age markers” like kids to really make it hit home.
I drove my 17 yr old BABY brother to prom when I was visiting the ‘rents last month. Prom. 17. Did I mention I used to change his diapers?
sigh.
I gets worse when you hit your 40s.
I had a blast shooting pool recently with someone I thought was in his 30s. He was really nice and very funny. I’ll even admit I checked out his butt more than once.
Nope.
Turns out I’m old enough to be his mother.
I felt a little dirty.