Sorry, but...warnings to the youngsters among us

[MumBod]

Sorry, but...white wiry eyebrows do happen to women.

...you may need to trim your nasal hair too.

...and there will come a time when you'd rather grate your nipples than enter a nightclub, hard as that may be to believe right now.

Any others?

Yup, the slightly seedy middle aged man staring at you on the bus isn't a pervert. He's Stu-Boy Campbell from your geography class.

You will talk about major news events with colleagues in a "do you remember where you were?" type way only to re old by some bright young thing that they were only toddlers/infants at the time. That bloody shocked me in the staffroom as I'm only 35! (Talking about Diana)

Holidays that used to be booked based on the best nightlife on offer are replaced with areas of historical interest or with the best National trust tea shops nearby totally not me honest

You say to the 15 year old shop assistant 'I used to have a Saturday job here when I was your age' and they say 'Actually I'm a graduate with a master's in business studies and this is my career.'

They're on the checkout scanning your tampons (not that you'll need them for much longer.......or so you think) and you can't tell the difference between a 15 year old and a 25 year old, but what's worse/better is that they are, at 25 with an advanced degree, where you were at 15 with no O Levels. So you leave looking all thoughtful, but to everyone else you just look mad.

Getting asked for I.D. will be flattering, rather than a pain...

You will spend time wishing you'd actually just sat and talked with your mum and dad as you can't now.

You will be excited about the binmen arriving after a public holiday (particularly Christmas)

Sorry, but...

...you will get a Bella Freud '1970' jumper, then stop wearing it, because everyone assumes it's your year of birth the bastards.

@MumBod
"...there will come a time when you have spots and wrinkles at the same time. They're not mutually exclusive"

Get out of my mirror now, MumBod. It's my private horror.

In my case, that meant that I worked out that I was born less than 30 years after the end of World War Two

Fuck me! I have just realised that is true for me too. But WW2 is proper history.

The Berlin Wall coming down was nearly 30 years ago. That was only a couple of years ago surely.

When if by some miracle you decided to wear a Bella Freud jumper with 1970 on it, you remember the year well and where you went camping that summer Beddgelert and what the weather was like :(

Think yourselves lucky, I was born just a year after the war ended. I am now the oldest person in my family, I have no one to remember things with when I was a child other than a sibling. I wish I had asked more questions about my parents and grandparents, I will never know now. On the other hand being old means I don't care about lots of things that used to worry me. I groan a lot getting up and I never sit on anything too low as I can't get up again.

The day comes when you go out with your friends and you have to pass round the one pair of glasses so everyone can read the menu.

I'm the only one of my sisters not to need glasses yet. I am the designated menu reader.

When you laugh with said sisters & realise it sounds disturbingly like a cackle

This thread is making me
A lot of it applies to me already. I'm 25!

A lot of it applies to me already. I'm 25!

.......when you know it doesn't.......

The time will come....
when the Lakeland catalogue landing on your doormat will brighten your day.
when your children will say "Ring me when you get home Mum, so I know you're safe".

You will actually say out loud "Is it me or is it hot in here?"

Oh god I can relate to nearly everything on this list (41)

You get together with 'the girls' on a Friday night and everyone's so knackered after a week at work you're all ready for bed by 10.

On the rare occasion you head into town with 'the girls' for a night out, you're in the taxi home by 11...as all the youngsters are heading out.

When you're with 'the girls', instead of talking about downing shots and pulling gorgeous hunks, you're topics of conversation are:
The latest thing your bastard teenagers have done to piss you off.

How you can't remember when you last had sex and would be quite happy to never have sex again.

Your latest medical problem.

How you're always tired.

Your ideal weekend consists of one where you have no plans to do anything socially and can just spend the day 'pottering' and 'getting straight at home.'

You check the BBC weather app to see when the best 'drying day' is likely to be so can plan when to do your washing.

You own a waterproof raincoat. You don't care what you look, so long as you stay dry.

when you're at work and a youngster says something rude and you laugh and say "here you, I'm old enough to be your mother" and they say "no, mums younger than you"

You remember when you were a teenager your grandma commenting on how she couldn't possibly operate a record player because it was too complicated and you were aghast; now you feel exactly the same about the sodding Sky stuff

It's a glorious summer morning, and you have just thrown the household out of bed. Not to go out, but because it's a lovely drying day. Also the sight of your new and correctly tensioned washing line gives you the same satisfaction as a full house at poker.

You buy alcohol and the cashier makes a joke about needing ID because you are CLEARLY well out of the range of 25 or less and therefore there's no chance of you being offended by her assumption.

I love all the ones on here about drying weather - I am exactly the same

You refrain from sharing your baby-care experiences with your newly pregnant colleague because she thinks you're discussing ancient history.