how do YOU deal with ageing?

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for the first time in my life i'm at a loss. how am i supposed to dress? how am i supposed to act? i'm old and yet some mornings i wake up and think i'm still 20 yrs. old. i've never been old before.

do i try to be more dignified and invisible or do i just say 'fuck everybody' and carry on as i've done the rest of my life. i don't want to be a caricature, the old man who doesn't realize he's old. when you're a fag that's even more dangerous because other fags think you're just trying to get laid, which i'm not, having closed up shop several years ago. but how do i stop being me?

there needs to be a guide book for old fucks who are confused.
 
Advil and Xanax...and a younger sexual partner.

Maybe some Cialis.
 
I ride my bike. I rode on trails in the snow, today. It wasn't easy. But, it was fun.
 
for the first time in my life i'm at a loss. how am i supposed to dress? how am i supposed to act? i'm old and yet some mornings i wake up and think i'm still 20 yrs. old. i've never been old before.

do i try to be more dignified and invisible or do i just say 'fuck everybody' and carry on as i've done the rest of my life. i don't want to be a caricature, the old man who doesn't realize he's old. when you're a fag that's even more dangerous because other fags think you're just trying to get laid, which i'm not, having closed up shop several years ago. but how do i stop being me?

there needs to be a guide book for old fucks who are confused.

I'm old, if you count age. I'm not the man I was in my 60's or 50's or 40's or 30's or 20's. And I think that's a good thing, for we grow and change as we age. As far as how I should act at this age, I haven't a clue because I've never been here before. But I'll be damned if I'll stop being who I am and try to act a part someone else thinks I should. If I wander through old age ungracefully, if I embarrass my family because I do not act as they think I should, if I'm laughed at, whispered about or draw peoples disapproval, then so be it, for that is who I am. And I like who I am.

Like my daddy use to say: Take me as I am or walk the fuck away.

Comshaw
 
I work with a fair few very young people. They are regularly surprised that I'm the same age as their parents, if not older. I don't know if 53 constitutes 'old' (although my body seems pretty certain it does) ... but I'm just carrying on much the same as I ever did. That's who I am. It didn't seem to change just because I got older.
 
When I was 17, people thought I was 35.
When I was 35, people thought I was 35.
I'm now 43. People think I'm 35.

Not sure if I'm doing something right, or something wrong.
 
I'm 73. I live each day as it's my last. At 61 I had a massive heart attack. I didn't experience any of the normal symptoms, just pain across my shoulder blades. I still ride my motorcycle. I say what I feel and care less if someone doesn't like it.
 
I'm 73. I live each day as it's my last. At 61 I had a massive heart attack. I didn't experience any of the normal symptoms, just pain across my shoulder blades. I still ride my motorcycle. I say what I feel and care less if someone doesn't like it.

I hear ya.

10 year battle with heart disease, 9 surgeries. Given 50/50 chance of surviving for three days after the last surgery. That was 22 years ago. Then a blown up appendix, so badly infected wore a vacuum pump collection drain system 24/7 for a month. Then gangrenous gall bladder removal. Cancer 4 years ago, 75% of my nose removed/reconstructed.

Not quite 73, but I gettin’ there, one step at a time...and enjoying the hell out of life.

My main motto: Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke.
 
I’m not what would be considered old yet, only 43, but I will say this.

Just do you. Be yourself. Do whatever makes YOU happy. You want to wear mismatched chartreuse and fuschia socks with a plaid sweater, do it! Who’s going to tell you no?

Enjoy your days, however many they may be.
 
I'd go with 'fuck everybody' - be yourself.


I saw a news report last night on a long-running medical trial about statins. Too many people seem to get muscle aches and pains with statins so they set up a trial with some having statins, and some having placebos instead of statins and neither knew which pill they were taking.

The results were startling. 90% of those who thought they were taking statins, even if they weren't, reported muscle pain. Some of those who had stopped taking statins because of past muscle pain reported no pain when they thought they were taking placebos, when if fact they were taking statins.

The only common factor is that people seem to believe the media reports that they will get muscle aches and pains when taking statins - so they do! It is psychosomatic.

I have been taking statins for years and do not have muscle aches and pains. I have been through chemotherapy and radiotherapy and have had NO side effects.

As my wife puts it: 'You're an awkward bugger and just want to be different!'
 
I'd go with 'fuck everybody' - be yourself.'

I've been doing that for decades.


Funny thing is that over the last couple of years, I've been doing things around the house and property to reconfigure for possible future mobility issues. I can walk more or less OK today, but what about tomorrow? Figure while I can I might as well try to make things easier for when I can't.
 
Lavish Birthday Parties

When you are old enough, you don't care about birthdays. Another day alive is sufficient cause to raise a glass (or more) and to drink your wine cellar. The youngsters won't appreciate it, so why leave any?
 
I dress how I want, but I try not to look childish.

Many years ago, I worked with a woman who was probably in her late 40's/early 50's at the time. She seemed rather clueless about a lot of things. Such as the time she came to work stinking of fish. She was late to work. I asked her if she had been fishing. No, she had been to the Dr. She had BV. I was not familiar with that at the time and didn't realize it was the cause of the stench. But it filled the office and gagged us. I went to personnel about it and she was sent home until she smelled better.

Around this same time she finished up a medically supervised liquid diet. She had lost weight and wanted to show off.

She showed up for work in what she called a dress, but it looked more like a little girl or tween's night shirt. It was a pastel color and had a picture of a bunny or teddy bear or something like that. She arranged her short hair into two very tiny pigtails and affixed little barrettes that were intended for toddlers. She was trying to make herself look younger but... Instead, she came off like an adult baby. Again, she was sent home. She was baffled. Could not understand why what she had on was a dress code violation.

I don't want to come off looking like that! Mosty I wear sweats, yoga pants or Bohemian/Gyspy styled things. Last year, I bought a burgundy colored winter coat. I pulled up in front of the senior living where my mom lives. All the women had similar coats on. Yikes! Into the give aways it went. And I will never wear the hideous matchy matchy pantsuits that my mom wears. Seersucker in the summer. Matching pants and jacket with matching top/blouse, adorned with beads, wooden things or sparkly things.

When my mom was a bit younger, she was fond of some shoes called "Old Maine Trotters". My dad referred to them as "Granny Trotters!" Ha!

I do dye my hair and most of the time I use a moisturizing body wash. I don't have dry skin but I don't want to get it either. I work out to get rid of my bat wing. Yep. Single wing. Left arm only.

I will never wear a rain scarf, carry an umbrella, talk about how "neat" things are, or cackle like a hen. All things that some old women do.
 
I would suggest with as much grace and poise as possible, sprinkled liberally with a sense of humor.
 
age

age is just a number......except for waking up feeling like you need greasing to get out of bed

its a mindset though
in my mind i am no different than i was at 20
in my mind i can do all things
and mostly i can
some things just may hurt more

as one of these posters said.....live every day like is your very last day
tell everyone you care about how much they mean to you
try not to lament on the past or the mistakes
try to help someone......anyone......lots of people....

just be you, love you, and love those around you
time is fleeting
 
The simple answer or suggestion would be , class and manners never go out of style. Use that as your starting point.

Fashion sense , create your own , make it a point Not to wear old clothes when out and about , no matter how much you like a older outfit , pair of jeans , shirt or pair of shoes. Treat your self to new clothes at will. Don’t get into the habit of “ dressing wearing old clothes .Your appearance is important to you , make that a habit rather then a chore.

As far as your peers go. Seriously, does it really matter if they envy you or notice that you are there in the first place ? Isn’t that better then being invisible ? You might even be surprised with compliments of how well you are carrying on at your age :)

Laughing at things rather then only seeing and feeling the negativity of getting old also helps. Don’t confuse “ acting young “ with balancing out aging. Old jokes are going to happen , don’t take it personally. Seriously that’s unhealthy. Play the old guy card and forget about it :)

In closing , none of the advice U read here in this thread will make a *iota of a difference plain and simple. This is a life moment in time that U get to deal with , at your own pace , on your own terms and in your own way.

Best of luck with it

:devil:
 
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The simple answer or suggestion would be , class and manners never go out of style. Use that as your starting point.

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In his 90s my father went into a residential home because his short-term memory was defective. He couldn't remember whether he had had a meal or not etc.

He remained a gentleman. He would stand up whenever a woman entered a room, even if she was just the cleaner.

For years he had opened the door for women but he knew that was now 'sexist' so he opened the doors for women AND men.

He was invariably polite.

In the past, he had been involved with catering for the Royal Navy. He used to inspect the home's kitchen every day. If he saw someone doing something wrong he would call them out into the corridor and quietly explain what they SHOULD do. While he was there all the kitchen staff passed their food safety examinations with distinction because they had frequent master classes.

When he died the staff missed him.
 
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I work with little kids because I am a big kid. Physically, I feel my age. I don't deal well.
 
well, I get up every morning, take a shower and put my pants on.

catalog new aches and pains and get on with my day.
 
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