I’m not very old. Mid twenties and yet….I feel old. I’m already saying things like, “Remember back in the day when…”
My cousin is half my age and into Pokemon. “I remember when that shit came out!” (And yes. I still like it.)
“Man, I had the coolest set of Slammers and pogs!”
Any song from either the 80s or the 90s automatically reminds me of my childhood in some form. (I was legitimately shocked to find out that Chumbawumba broke up. I had no idea they were still together/making music.)
Spandex leggings are back and all the rage.
Mosh pits suddenly require far more energy than I can muster. Plus, I ache for days after.
Girls dress horrendously slutty at an incredibly early age. In all fairness, this probably happened back when I was in high school but because we were young and stupid we didn’t consider it slutty.
Everyone I know went out and popped out babies pretty much right off the bat. Now I’m the one getting strange looks because I don’t have a single child. (Nor have I been married or divorced. Blasphemy I say!)
The list could go on and on. If I make it to 30, I’m going to need to stop keeping track of these things or I will surely drive myself batty.