I'm gonna need the whipper snappers to stop reminding me that I'm no longer 22. Let me dream.

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I'm gonna need the whipper snappers to stop reminding me that I'm no longer 22. Let me dream. - Star Trek: Website

I felt that in my soul. But I stopped getting carded when I acquired that thousand yard stare one gets when life has been shit enough.
I think it might be the gray in my beard…
I’m early 30s but I started greying in high school. Somehow I still get carded.

I think you make an extremely important and overlooked point here.

I had grey in my goatee area from 28 and on. The grey grows a little bit each year now i think but it was a pretty constant “sinister patch” for a while.

Sounds like someone needs a wicker Snapper Whisperer. Snap.
I’m not far off from my birthday being closer to d day than the present.
Oh shit I only have ~ 17 years left over until that. That’s not a lookout I needed today.
Call me when they quit checking your id. I haven’t been carded in several years and I’m not even 40. You know that sign that says, “anyone who looks under 40 will be IDed” or whatever? Like damn they could at least pretend.
I used to work at a gas station that the register wouldn’t let us proceed at all if we didn’t scan an ID or enter a birthday, people got so offended.
Damn, sign says only under thirty here.
I’m sorry but what’s wrong with your country (the sign)?
I always get excited when they card now lol
I haven’t been carded in years and I’m 27. I think it’s the beard.

I heard the phrase “in the 1900s” to refer to the 90s recently.

I instantly doubled in age.

Ah yes, the golden days of yore. It was the simple days of System of a Down, funny Adam Sandler movies, and JNCO jeans. Oh to be back in those halcyon days.
When you put it that way suddenly it does feel like a long time ago.
Feels like yesterday to me. Time is flying.
My mom is a therapist in an elementary school and she said all the kids call the 90’s the 1900’s and it’s hilarious. They aren’t wrong, but damn do I feel old. I’m not even old enough to remember living in the 90’s, so I can’t even imagine how old my mom must feel.
“the 1900s” feels like 1900-1909, but “the 20th century” feels like 1995-1999. I wonder why.
“20th Century” makes me think of drums, trumpets, and searchlights.
felt that in my soul
Where I live, they should also be checking to see if your ID is expired. An expired ID is not a valid form of ID.
My ID is expired, but I haven’t been ID’d in at least 8 years. No grays, still got all my hair, but I think the lines and scars on my face are a dead giveaway.
Well, I didn’t stop being me the second that the expiry date hit so I’m gonna call bullshit.
Look at you still getting ID’d.
My choice of cigarette usually ensures I don’t get carded. I almost always have to shown a clerk what it is because nobody else seems to smoke the fuckers and they’re always in a weird spot on the back shelf thingamajig.
Take the hint the world sends you the other way: wouldn’t it just be easier if you didn’t smoke?
😁
This makes me feel special. Also quitting is hard 😩

I know it is. It is a physical addiction, on top of the habit itself. You can do it!

Whenever you want to go smoke, drink a glass of water. Over time, you might substitute one habit for the other, and the physical addiction will subside over time too. 😁

Out of curiosity, what’s your choice?