Being five years under 40 myself, I think I can relate to the “middle” part… just a bit.
“Yeah, but it shows more!”
Thirty was nothing for me. Forty made me say “Wait, what?” Fifty? “Bring it on. Fifty is the new 30!” And now that I’m approaching 60, I’m saying “Bring it on again!”
life begins at 40.
Each decade gets more serious. I turn 65 this July.
just wait until you get older!!!
we have lost 15% our graduating class the dice are rolling again such as life
AT 40 HE LOOKS GOOD
40 is nothing. It’s when the grandkid’s show up and that’s when you start worrying.
The irony! That’s a snarky comment just like the ones John always makes.
Watch him cry when he hits 70.
Middle age? I heard that in the middle ages things were brutish and hard. Seems a little soft to me.
Reading this on the verge of 55 and LAUGHING!
30 I hardly noticed. 40 made me conscious of my age. 50 bothered me because a half century seemed old. 60 came and went and I barely gave it a thought. 70 was a tougher one for me because it seemed I really was getting old. 80 arrived and I finally began to feel my age. Onward and upward!
Had a kind of “thing” at 30, but gave it up because I look younger than I really am adn am proud of my age-71
I love that zinger: “your middle hasn’t aged any more than the rest of you” . I’m cutting it out and putting it on my fridge…
People who attempt all kinds of youth preserving surgical procedures should read that line before paying big bucks to look younger…
It is truly a blessing to get older. Do it with grace and consider the alternative. I have survived the 60’s …. twice.
Just think, John, only 25 more years on the treadmill until America’s traditional retirement age. If you’re lucky, it might be only 35 more years since you’re in business for yourself.
I’ve set up a “Surly Old Curmudgeon” scale for myself:
At 40 I became an apprentice Surly Old Curmudgeon
At 50 I became a Junior Surly Old Curmudgeon
At 60 I became a Graduate Surly Old Curmudgeon
At 70 (next month) I became an Emeritus Surly Old Curmudgeon
It’ll probably a couple of years before I learn what the next level is
And I’ve got a doozy of a plan for my 100th birthday, but I can’t describe it here……..
50 is middle aged these days for some.
My dad, rest in peace, always said that 40 is when you become a gentleman. Nowadays I’m thinking he was probably right.
I’m not sure how I survived to turn 40, but I’m sure someone somewhere lost a bet.
He’s a dentist. If you predicted his age by looking at the wear on his teeth, I bet he would be young for his age.
When I turned 70, I began to notice an indicator of my advancing age; young women began to open and hold doors for me out in public. Now that I have hit 80 ( Thanks, George Carlin) women in their 60s are opening doors for me. Now I’ve noticed men are opening doors for me. I guess I have really made it to old cootdom.