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Filed Under (Uncategorized) by Arjewtino on 18-09-2007

I don’t mind getting old. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.*

It finally happened, the moment I didn’t imagine would come for at least another decade-and-a-half:

A REGISTRATION LETTER FROM THE AMERICAN ASSOCIATION OF RETIRED PERSONS:


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Eighteen years before I’m eligible, the AARP sent me the letter above last week indicating that the geriatric non-profit’s records show I haven’t registered for its membership benefits “even though [I am] fully eligible”. I even got a snazzy little card for my wallet.

Fully eligible? At 32 years of age?

I showed the letter to The Princess hoping for compassion and a suitable form of sympathetic outrage. She laughed maniacally and called me an old man.

I sat in my living room for several minutes looking over this letter, wondering if my best years were behind me. I felt sad and forlorn wondering how the AARP could think I would want “the resources and information [I] need to get the most out of life over 50”.

Then I realized something that was both disturbing and liberating: I already act like an old man!

I compiled a list of ways I have already outstripped my corporeal age and decided that waiting to join the AARP in my golden years would only be a waste of time (and benefits):

  • I hate “kids today” and have vowed to keep any Frisbees, baseballs, or tennis balls thrown into my yard
  • I like to hike up my pants to above my belly button, much to The Princess’ embarrassment, because it feels more comfortable
  • I do an awesome impression of Jimmy Stewart
  • I fully enjoy buffets
  • I drive too fast on the Beltway and too slow on small, suburban streets
  • I can’t hear people anymore and punctuate a typical conversation with the cupping of my ear and shouts of “What??!!”
  • I forget little things like where the toothpaste is and what cheese looks like
  • I find TV commercials about furniture interesting
  • I accuse fictional people of “messing with my stuff”
  • I’m looking forward to dementia and The Princess thinks it will be a seamless transition for me

Yes, AARP CEO William D. Novelli, on second thought, I WILL join your organization and reap the rewards of membership! Obviously, judging from my list above, I qualify.

Now if I could only find my cane.

*I’m paraphrasing a classic Woody Allen quote from his book Without Feathers.

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Comments

on 18 September, 2007 at 10:31 am #

So what if it’s *technically* a decade and a half early? Think of the discounts!

Believe me, after reading the back of the letter that outlined all the benefits, it’s a pretty good gig!


on 18 September, 2007 at 10:33 am #

I am kids today.

I loathe you.


Randy Moss eats A-Rod and Shits Jeter on 18 September, 2007 at 10:36 am #

You really know when you’re getting old when everything is too loud but you can’t really hear anything in particular. It’s just all loud. And how about when you pull muscles doing athletic things like riding on the bus or walking to get the paper? Ever have a back spasm while reaching for an index card?

Fuck tha police.

Like tearing your rotator cuff like some pitcher who logged 250 innings last year?


Randy Moss eats A-Rod and Shits Jeter on 18 September, 2007 at 10:38 am #

And you in particular are old because you run the letter in a fairly massive scale but still give the option of enlarging it.


freckledk on 18 September, 2007 at 10:46 am #

I’m right there with you, Bucko. I’m blind, nearly deaf and I fell in the shower recently and hurt my hip.

One of my friends recently teased about signing me up for AARP. I haven’t gotten any offers yet, but let me know if there are any referral benefits, and I’ll register ASAP.

I’m sure there are some benefits to referring fellow geriatrics. I’ll let you know.


Randy Moss eats A-Rod and Shits Jeter on 18 September, 2007 at 10:56 am #

Ah but I was just a child when I sprained my wrist punching you.

One of the greatest moments of my life. My right bicep fractured your wrestler-strong wrist.


jess on 18 September, 2007 at 11:01 am #

I was giggling from the quote forward, but it’s the not recognizing cheese part that made me laugh out loud.

Everyone knows older men are more attractive to women than young guys. So you can look forward to that benefit.

I’ve already got the graying beard in my favor, then!


Sisco on 18 September, 2007 at 11:04 am #

Not only am I kids today, but I reap loads of enjoyment in regularly pointing out just how old and decrepit you are, in both the mental and physical sense.

Sucks being you, huh?

You almost get TOO much enjoyment out of it.


on 18 September, 2007 at 11:35 am #

I got mine shortly after I turned 30. It’s like they want to kick you when you’re down.

I can’t believe that memory loss isn’t on your list. But then again, it’s not surprising you forgot it, considering.

I KNEW you’d be the one to notice that! I purposely “forgot” to mention memory loss but was unsure if anyone would notice.

As always, WiB, you impress me.


suicide_blond on 18 September, 2007 at 11:46 am #

someone told me this morning that i was ageing very well….wtf?? is that a compliment?? guess ill see ya at the early bird buffet
xoxo

I went with my grandparents once to a buffet dinner at 5:30 and thought it was the greatest thing in the world.


on 18 September, 2007 at 12:11 pm #

I’d like a referral too, please. Apparently, being over 30 qualifies me as “old”, as expressed to my students, who gasp in shock when they find out I was born in the 70s

That, apparently, is the “in” decade for AARP recruitment.


Sisco on 18 September, 2007 at 2:31 pm #

Good Lord, the SEVENTIES?

Does it hurt you that I was born in 1984? StartingToday and I had lunch earlier and she was surprised that I was under 27. Is this a good thing?

Yes. It always will be.


inowpronounceyou on 18 September, 2007 at 2:46 pm #

You did tell me to eat my vegetables once.

I would never tell you that.

But I might tell you to go buy me some Werther’s.


Baby Bien on 18 September, 2007 at 2:50 pm #

I can’t wait for your entry into the world of pulled up black socks and sandals.

Um, I’m kind of already there.


Randy Moss eats A-Rod and Shits Jeter on 18 September, 2007 at 3:00 pm #

I would like Baby Bien to get a job as the in-house gynecologist for the AARP.


on 18 September, 2007 at 3:14 pm #

I’m older than you and I haven’t even gotten one of those letters.

You’re just making it worse.


Lemmonex on 18 September, 2007 at 4:09 pm #

I realized I was old, at the tender age of 26, the last time I was at the 9:30 Club. All those damn kids, with their talking and their bumping in to me and their inability to hold their liquor, enraged me.

I am one step away from a James Taylor concert, I am sure.

Even I won’t ever knowingly go to a James Taylor concert. I was really close to buying Bright Eyes tickets through a pre-sale recently when I thought about how many kids would be at the show.


Hey Pretty on 18 September, 2007 at 4:15 pm #

You also complained about the small type on my blog. You said it was hard to read.

That being said, I do many of those things as well, so I may just join your old persons bandwagon…

So you’re saying that your font is NOT too small to read and that I’m just too old? Sorry, I forgot what I was going to say…


Platypus on 18 September, 2007 at 5:56 pm #

You are only as old as you feel. And I feel like I’ve got five members of the Elks Lodge in my pants.


the princess on 18 September, 2007 at 6:24 pm #

At least we’ll be able to get discounts at Denny’s!


on 18 September, 2007 at 8:41 pm #

Have people started offering you their seat on the Metro yet? I hate it when people don’t offer their seat to senior citizens.


Anonymous on 18 September, 2007 at 9:02 pm #

at 31 i just might be considered a cougar (pls see latest blog post). wtf is happening? i thought 30 was the new 20????


on 18 September, 2007 at 9:02 pm #

that would be me ^


on 18 September, 2007 at 9:17 pm #

Think you feel old now? Wait till the Princess reminds you that you got the same letter two years ago and made the same complaint, but that you’d forgotten all about it.

Enjoying buffets is not old. Enjoying buffets is frugal. Old is driving around the old neighborhood for two hours desperately searching for the delicatessen you distinctly remember was right around here 7 years ago.


DCBlogs » DC Blogs Noted on 19 September, 2007 at 12:02 am #

[…] Buffet-loving and forgetful, Arjewtino may be AARP material. The organization thinks so. […]


Beth on 19 September, 2007 at 7:55 am #

I received an AARP letter when I turned 21. My parents both turned 50 that year. My father received a letter; my mother did not. Now, if our names were similar, you could slightly understand the mistake. However, the only thing our names have in common is that they both start with “M”. I should have taken the benefits.


Bozoette Mary on 19 September, 2007 at 11:05 am #

Wait until the day when you realize that you *DO* qualify for the Senior ticket at the movies and you hesitate — but only for a moment. After all, it two bucks!


Old is the new young... on 25 September, 2007 at 10:47 pm #

I got the same letter (I am 33).. only because I am a girl, I cried. I know AARP is trying to appeal to 30-somethings (it’s never too early to .. um.. get discounts for being older!), but really.. come on AARP, at least wait until I am having a crisis over being 40.

Now that I have the damn card, I complain about all my aches and pains, shuffle the streets, eat dinner at 4:30 p.m. and go to bed at 9 p.m.

Damn you AARP!


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