My youth has gone

In which things are not like they were.

Charlie chaplin

There comes a point in everyone’s life when you start to feel old. This is an age Rubicon that I seem to have now passed and can no longer be consider a youngling and must progress wearily into the middle ages.

The real nail in the coffin came this week when on telling someone my age (34) I was told “well that’s not that young”, and meant I was unable to relate to a younger demographic for a marketing campaign. How did I let this happen? Could I have done more to stop the passage of time (perhaps by travelling close to the speed of light)?

The process of feeling old started a month or so ago when playing Minecraft, I was perfectly able to setup a new game and get going but then I decided I wanted to start a multi-player game with Mrs G. As much as I tried I couldn’t seem to set up a server for us to both play on, I was able to run around my blocky world but had nobody to play with. So I did the only thing I could think of, ask someone who might.

That was the 10 year old son of my manager.

It seems I have reached the point in life where I can no longer programme the VCR, and then I feel old because a ten-year old probably has never heard of VHS. What has happened to me, have I finally lost my tech mojo and would have to resort to shouting at the microwave’s lack of BBC1 because I mistook it for the TV?

Before I had to go and check in to the DunGadgeting home for retired techies I was able to kickstart a self-hosted server into life by myself and it was one of the proudest moments in my life and even elicited a small “yes”, like if I had managed to go a whole day without peeing my pants. Being unable to do something on the computer? I thought we’d never come back from that one.

Thinking I’d recovered from this age shock I’ve continued on my merry youth-like way…until this week when the full force of my own personal heat death has hit me. I’m getting old, and I can tell this because of the following:

  • When music awards are announced I have no idea who any of the artists are that are up for nomination, and when I go in search of their music I think to myself “What is this noise?”
  • Those receiving awards for “Lifetime Achievement” I do remember, and they were the ones winning the awards when I was young.
  • I was asked today what the first games console I had was by someone who answered their’s was a PlayStation. I remember when all we had was 8-bits, and we were grateful for that!
  • There are no sport stars left that I grew up with as a youngster, every single one has retired and started to be shown on programmes with “Legends” in the title and 4:3 footage.
  • Whilst out with my fellow team members I realised that I was the elder statesman amongst them.
  • The year of my birth (1980) is as far away from today as 1946 is from my birth.
  • I’ve been out of touch with the internet for a few weeks and I have no idea what’s going on anymore, what’s Vine? What are all these memes? Who is hot and who is not? I feel like a Dad who tries to be cool by liking Arianna Grand Hotel and Gary from One Direction.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Use It or Lose It.”

Author: geekergosum

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

3 thoughts on “My youth has gone”

    1. I have a Pong games machine! With two controllers with a knob on and it needs the old TV arial to connect to a screen. I think it is a later model as it has “Squash” (Pong against a wall) and “Football” (Two lines per teams) on as well.

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