I am now 40. That’s fine. The joke is that everyone has a mid life crisis when they reach 40, that it means you’re “over the hill” and all that. I think 30 bothered me way more than 40 did. What I can’t deny, though, is that I am noticing the effects of getting that little bit older.
Here are 40 things about being 40 that weren’t the case when I was 30.
- There’s several grey hairs on my chin. I suppose I’m old enough now to call these “whiskers”.
- There are also about five grey hairs on my temples.
- When I trim my beard I also have to trim some small hairs growing out of my ears.
- I appreciate Redbush tea now.
- If I put my feet up, and leave them in the same position for too long, my heels hurt and I have to shift them around.
- I can pull a muscle in my shoulder just by tying my shoelaces in a reckless position.
- I can sense a cold coming on days in advance.
- The level of mental arithmetic that my grandparents wanted me to have aged about 8 is very nearly mine. I reckon I could probably have a stab at my times tables now if I had to.
- I can no longer run up three flights of stairs and then immediately hold a conversation.
- The cleanliness of my car’s interior bothers me less, though that might be to do with owning a dog.
- I listen to quite a lot of Radio 2.
- I don’t mind hearing music I don’t like. I used to be very tribal about music and hate songs and bands that weren’t my taste. Now I don’t really care.
- Eating an egg will have a noticeable effect on the speed of my digestive system for up to 24 hours.
- I have moments of nostalgia for very ordinary things from my past, which sometimes are quite unexpected.
- There are things I saw my dad doing when I was a child and he was 40, which I now involuntarily do myself.
- If I have to get up off the floor I need to put my hands on my knees to brace myself on the way up.
- I give much less of a toss about whether or not people like me.
- I feel much less need to make jokes about everything.
- All my friends live a long way away. The nearest ones are an hour’s drive.
- I’m quite good at DIY now. I thought I was before, and would have said I was when I was 30. But now I actually am.
- I appreciate early mornings more. I’m rarely awake for them, but when I am I like them.
- The fact that the lawn is mostly moss and buttercups genuinely annoys me.
- I don’t care any more who knows about my hobbies and geeky interests.
- If I don’t want to wake up stiff in every muscle in my body, I now need to consider warm up exercises before doing jobs in the house or garden.
- I am working with people who were born when I was doing my A-levels. Some of our apprentices were born while I was at university.
- I need to moisturise my hands every now and then to prevent them taking on the texture of sandpaper all over.
- I own a pair of Birkenstocks.
- Old people moving slowly are much less frustrating to me.
- The type of chair I sit on matters much more, and if I have a choice of chair I will give it careful thought.
- I can see the appeal of cricket. However, I don’t understand it or watch it any more than I did before.
- If I find an item of clothing or a pair of shoes I particularly like I’m quite likely to buy several of them, because finding something that suits you and fits well is not to be taken lightly, and you’ll be sad when it wears out.
- I prefer a regular hoodie to a zip-up one now.
- I have developed better coping strategies for making small talk with other men who expect me to have a grasp of either football or sports cars.
- It’s no longer possible to switch to cider when I decide I’ve had enough of beer at the end of an evening, because the sugar will keep me awake all night.
- I’m more willing to have a go at new stuff.
- I like Motown music.
- One very big meal will fill me up for the whole day, regardless what time I eat it.
- I’m much better at remembering to wear a hat when in the sun.
- I have a dog now.
- When I trim my beard and my ears I also have to do my nose hairs.
Unchanged since I was 30:
- The 2012 Olympics were, I’m pretty sure, about two years ago.
10 comments on “40 things”
Sure mate, the limpety pinpicks were two years ago. Let’s get you back in bed with a warm mug of bovril.
That’s a long list. This insight will prove useful when I’m planning your downfall.
I can relate to all of this except the dog bits, and number 4. Redbush is an abomination and should not be tolerated, no matter how old you get. You need to have a stern word with yourself in the corner.
I had a stern word with myself, and sternly agreed that Redbush tea is nice. Then we both had a nice cup of Redbush tea, with the bag left in and just a very tiny bit of milk. Lovely.
I hate all tea so I’m sat on a fence between the two of you arguing your faces off about smelly cup herbs. Welcome to the Internet.
Kev got over his coffee problem. Now there’s just you. Start liking tea, is my advice.
I like fruit tea, but that’s not really tea, so I would guess you’d march me out the room and kick me down the stairs if I tried to suggest it.
No, fruit tea isn’t tea. It smells like fruit but it tastes like twigs. If you transition to real tea you’ll discover drinks that don’t lie to you in such an underhand way.
I like hot fruity twig juice. Leave me in peace. I’m not hurting anyone. I embrace the lies.
Not hurting anyone? My chagrin is chafed every time you down another pint of flavourless bilberry and nettle infusion. Your actions have consequences.
If I want to quaff reasonably smelling, inadequately tasting hot beverages in the comfort of my own home then I’m going to. You can’t stop me.
Or can you?