What false fears did you have about getting older when you were younger?

dseag2

dseag2

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This is very superficial, but I had this ridiculous fear that I would no longer be able to wear jeans when I got older. That was because my father and everyone that I knew in his age group wore dress pants. I now live in jeans or sweats and feel good about it. How times have changed!
 
I don't know how "false" my fear was.........but I was afraid I was going to turn into one of those oldies who talked a lot about what's hurting this week and what doctor they'd just seen.

It seems like more than a coincidence that most of the names in my Little Black Book end in M.D. or D.O. or D.P.M or D.D.S. or that I have the Nurse Hot Line on auto-dial. OR, that most of my conversations with my contemporaries include the phrases, "So, how's your hip doing?" , "What did the doctor say?", or "Did you try that laxative I told you about?"

Well, of course, back then I was always unhappy of looking younger than I was. Don't have that particular problem anymore.
 
dseag2 said:
This is very superficial, but I had this ridiculous fear that I would no longer be able to wear jeans when I got older. That was because my father and everyone that I knew in his age group wore dress pants. I now live in jeans or sweats and feel good about it. How times have changed!
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Ah, but there's jeans and there's jeans: Chances are you really wouldn't want to be seen in the sort of jeans that are in my wardrobe.
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They really are made from denim.
 
I was fortunate to have a fairly balanced view of aging, and some great role models of both how i wanted to age and how i didn't. My two grandmothers who both lived to 98 were opposites in most every way.
In my teens and 20s it was doubtful I'd live long enough to have to deal with it. And then too i've never been a very fearful person. Even with very concrete dangers (natural disasters, wildlife, venomous snakes and spiders) i'm aware and respectful of the potential harm and take precautions--but i don't obcess or live in fear.
 
Pepper said:
I didn't think about it. Maybe I should have? Nah. Then I would have been doing it twice. I wish my mother had warned me. When I did ask, she would always answer "You'll see." Thanks Ma.
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I am sure my mum must have given me plenty of advice over the years but the only one I can remember is "never let a boy put his hand up your skirt" and no, she never did elaborate :ROFLMAO:
 
When I was seven-ish my best friend's family lived in the same house as her grandparents. On one visit, I noticed that her grandfather was eating bread soaked in milk, he looked at me and said "this is what happens when you get old, your teeth fall out". I had nightmares about waking up one morning and finding my teeth on the pillow. So far, it hasn't happened 🤞😁
 
hollydolly said:
oh it's almost a crime what's happened to Petticoat Lane over the years.... it used to be a great market to visit on a Sunday
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Tell me about it. My brother and I were there one Sunday morning, probably early 1970's. There was a bottle green, leather bomber jacket that caught my brother's eye. "Can I try it on?" Asked my brother, "Raymond, serve the gentleman," the Jewish stall holder said to his son. He then said to my brother: "It looks the business on you, Sir." "Matches your eyes." (Brother has blue eyes.) My smiling brother enquired of the price: The stallholder said: "To you, just today, a special price of just £20." "Did you say eighteen?" My brother replied, with a cheeky grin. "Would I argue with a gentleman?" came the reply.

My brother and I went off to Blooms for one of their famous salt beef on rye bread sandwiches. We reminisced his purchase, where else could you get such an enjoyable piece of theatre when making a purchase? You are right about the rubbish sold there now being a crime. That stall holder was selling genuine, decent clothing, my brother's jacket lasted him for years, it's what we expected back then. Twenty pounds was close on a week's wages.
 
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horseless carriage said:
Tell me about it. My brother and I were there one Sunday morning, probably early 1970's. There was a bottle green, leather bomber jacket that caught my brother's eye. "Can I try it on?" Asked my brother, "Raymond, serve the gentleman," the Jewish stall holder said to his son. He then said to my brother: "It looks the business on you, Sir." "Matches your eyes." (Brother has blue eyes.) My smiling brother enquired of the price: The stallholder said: "To you, just today, a special price of just £20." "Did you say eighteen?" My brother replied, with a cheeky grin. "Would I argue with a gentleman?" came the reply.

My brother and I went of to Blooms for one of their famous salt beef on rye bread sandwiches. We reminisced his purchase, where else could you get such an enjoyable piece of theatre when making a purchase? You are right about the rubbish sold there now being a crime. That stall holder was selling genuine, decent clothing, my brother's jacket lasted him for years, it's what we expected back then. Twenty pounds was close on a week's wages.
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awwww the memories of all that we've lost here in this country.....
 
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