The first time was when I realized I couldn't read the digital clock on the microwave when I was sitting in the livingroom. I'd been able to do that most of my life, but suddenly it was too far away and blurry.

My eyesight isn't even bad, I don't wear glasses and don't have a problem reading books or seeing things near or far.

But damn, did that make me realize I'm getting old.

40 essentially. Intensified when my anxiety peaked from tapering off meds, and realized that at 60 im 75% done with my span statistically.

I saw the Coachella lineup this past year and didn't know 90% of the lineup. My back started acting up that day. I'm 33.

As soon as I was born

I'm not sure about "old" specifically, but the first time I really felt my mortality and the ticking clock was when I was diagnosed with sleep apnea, and realized that virtually every night I sleep from then until I die is with something strapped to my face.

That was 14 years ago, and now I have high blood pressure meds I will likely take until I die and arthritis from working as a helicopter mechanic (those 9 years of piano lessons are sure paying off, lol). So I guess the new feeling of old is seeing the ticking clock and hoping it runs out before the general painful breakdown of my body progresses too far. When I was in my early 20s, I imagined I'd be unlikely to live past 60. Now I dread what my life will be like if I'm still alive after 60.

If it wasn't going bald after high school or turning 30, it had to be when I turned 36 since I realized I could have pressed a magic reset button and relived my first 18 years of life over again within that time.