And I’m not counting things like what you do or get when you grow up like having a bank account or getting a real job. Nor am I accepting the whole ‘I just grew up’.
My sign of my childhood ending or accepting that it has ended is when all of the nu-metal bands I was introduced to and listened to a lot of us just ended up fractured. They all didn’t endure the passage of time and it was really just a matter of you had to be there to know how popular they were or the scene was.
The bands I used to have listened to have gone the way of Classic Rock on the radio. Spammed tracks from some bands because that’s all the DJ knows or that’s all they’re allowed to play.
Having t remember t get my taxes i on time for ð first time was a real kick i ð nuts.
Having to explain things you grew up with to your niece because they’re not part of the world anymore comes at you without warning.
I mean she found a cassette tape in her grandmother’s TV cabinet and asked me what it was but yeah that too.
When one of your parents dies when you’re only 6 years old.
When I don’t understand what young people say. Worse: when they don’t understand what I say.
you can learn the lingo it really doesn’t change that much from generation to generation, but they will never learn the decades of Simpson references you have on lock.
you can learn the lingo it really doesn’t change that much from generation to generation
That’s not the problem: if I talked to a kid with that kid’s generation’s talk, they would look at me with an air of pity. Just like I looked at adults trying to be hip when I was a kid. Older folks who don’t stay in their place aren’t well received, and I’m one of them now, so I abstain.
if you don’t lean into the fellow kids meme then being hip with the lingo will be uncomfortable for everyone involved, but understanding and participating are 2 different things.
When I realised I can’t go crying to my parents anymore and started crying into my pillow instead.
Wii, PS3 and Xbox 360 becoming retro consoles
Your childhood ends when your heart stops. You’re never going to stop being someone’s kid, no matter how old, mature or posh you might get. All that changes is that mom won’t tell you no…
…unless you’re Elon Musk. His mom has stepped in publicity even a couple times.
I don’t understand what the fuck the kids are saying anymore. The slang is so incomprehensible that urban dictionary is necessary.
The popular music is garbage and Garbage is forgotten.
I can say “back in my day” without it being funny.
I can reference my ex-wife without it being ironic because I am not youthful and without grey hair, so I may have an ex-wife.
I can say “when I was a little girl” without it being irreverently funny because I am a clearly a guy.
The popular music is garbage and Garbage is forgotten.
I did that line
Anyone who thinks new music is shit stopped looking for new music. Which is also a sign.
and anyone who thinks popular music was ever any good has overdosed on nostalgia.
Oh come on! When rock music was mainstream there were no shortage of actually good popular music.
Don’t take this thought from me!
The popular music is garbage and Garbage is forgotten.
About that:
I realized something many years ago: people of a certain age always tend to think music from their time was better. But they all fail to see that whatever music from their generation is still around is the good shit from that time. For example, this still plays on radio but this thankfully doesn’t.
Whatever young people listen to now is everything: the good and the bad, and mostly the bad. Their shit hasn’t had time to decant yet.
So yeah, to an older listener, today’s music is mostly shit, because it is - just like the music from their past was mostly shit when their past was today 🙂
dancing in the street still gets played on the radio
People say that everything before becoming a parent yourself is just extended childhood. Can partially confirm. If the kid is with someone else, you can also be a child again.
When you are more excited to go to sleep than to wake up.
On the other hand, the older I get, the more excited I am to greet the next day.
I also enjoy an earlier bed time than I used to, usually.
When I became financially and legally responsible for my own choices.
Work
My parents always worked, my older siblings always worked … every adult around me always seemed to be doing something. As a kid it was just normal that everyone everywhere was working at something all the time.
I played and had fun on my own and with my friends but somewhere around the age of ten, I started joining my dad and brothers in all the work they were doing. As soon as I did that, I played less and stopped acting like a kid … I started canceling play time because I was working.
It was sad or disappointing for me … I loved doing all that work and learning so much from my dad and brothers, it was fun in its own way. But when I think about it, the day I started doing adult work, or adult type work, my childhood basically ended.
I think I can even think of the actual moment. Dad and my brothers were renovating the garage and I spent the day just watching them and I really wanted to be part of it all. I picked up a wheel barrow and started moving gravel because dad had asked for material to be moved but everyone was too busy with other work. No one asked me, no one ordered me, I just started shoveling gravel into the wheel barrow. I lifted the barrow and it was too heavy for me, so I unloaded some until I could lift it and move it. As soon as I figured out how much I could carry, I started moving gravel. Then did that about a dozen times until I had moved several yards of gravel.
I was 11 and a big kid for my age. I haven’t really stopped doing things since then.
If you enjoyed it, your childhood didn’t end.
My parents being dead.
Those feels. I lost my remaining parent at 24 and I will never forget the smell of the house. In that one moment it no longer smelled like home. It was just a house.
That’s how old I am right now, and my mum (who was already retirement age when she adopted me) passed away a few months ago (dad, who was not elderly, passed away corresponding to the pandemic). Looking through our old belongings feels like peeking through a window at another lifetime. I’m becoming a quarter of a century old next month for both of us.
Fuck. I am so sorry. Being that age and having to take care of everything is just rough. All the death certificates, cancelling services, funeral, house, car, and a million other details while you are still coming to terms that they are just gone. I just sort of went on autopilot and then spent the next 2 years a total complete mess. I am 37 now and it still fucking hurts.
The one dumb thing that helped me grieve was to just talk to him. I used to call my dad everyday on my 25 minute drive home to work. So, I would pretend he was in the car with me and I would just talk to him.
All I can say is cherish the few mementos you really care about and don’t drive yourself insane on trying to hold on to every item they owned. Scan pictures. Get help and talk to someone. Get someone removed from the situation to help you clean things out. I paid a random handyman a friend had around a couple hundred dollars to just take care of the parts I couldn’t handle (dead body things…) and donated a bunch of items that flat out had no value to me.
You know how to file your taxes.
You know to file your taxes.
No “how”? Uh. Fixed!
No… two different scenarios. Knowing how to file your taxes is one thing — a higher order of thinking and problem solving.
Knowing that they need to be filed is another. It is the basic acceptance that this is a non-negotiable responsibility (at least in Canada).
I think that each is its own step toward adulthood.
Got it - thanks for the clarification!
I also think that, perhaps, you and anyone who does his or her or their own taxes is more an adult than I.
I let my MIL do my taxes. I’ve done them myself in the past, but, I guess, I’ve regressed.
Actually love doing my taxes. Takes like an hour and it gets me muh damn money back. Truly the most I’ll ever make per hour lol (but I had it all along!)
I’m about 15 years from retirement and I’m still a child. I don’t see it changing any time soon.
