Making interjections when standing up, from a chair, from bed, getting out from your car seat, etc …

I have learned the difference between “your” and “you’re”.

Your perception and outlook on time changes a lot.

Everything seems to go by faster. Waiting for something doesn’t seem that bad when it’s in terms of days instead of hours, weeks instead of days, months instead of weeks, years instead of months.

When making long term plans, “how long you think you’ll live” becomes more and more of a factor.

I find it takes much, much longer to heal from injury. That’s the main downside I’ve experienced. When I say longer - when about 8 yo I broke my arm, it took 5-6 weeks to heal, maybe 10 to really heal, stop swelling ever and feel exactly like the other. When about 45 I broke my finger and it took 2 years to fully heal and feel like the rest of them.

But it also takes longer to get mad, I’m less irritable, more perspective I guess. Easier to feel happy/satisfied, too, it’s closer to the surface now.

You can’t stand grindy videogames. You see young adults as children, and their behavior becomes irritating.

It’s daytime. Or nighttime. Or evening or morning. Or you don’t know what time of day it is but you’re conscious. Any of these situations indicates aging is happening.

Back pain

Pimples just becoming permanent weird little bumps

I’ve noticed my passions aren’t as sudden, but they burn deeper and longer.

You measure time on the scale of emergency to emergency.

Your first gray pube.

School dreams are very rare now, and when I have them the “cast” is all people from various adult jobs. I never knew my actual school mates as adults, so I guess my brain just can’t fill it in. If I was actually transported back to high school and saw them again it would probably feel like being surrounded by babies, so makes sense that “central casting” sends in adult stand-ins.

I’m always an adult too. What’s weird is I remember being a child. I remember my body being clumsy and awkward, I remember being confused by adult concepts, I remember being small. It never comes out in childhood dreams, I’m always my present age.

For me it clicked when pretty girls started tallking and being nice to me

My 60th birthday.

My what?