As I get older, I feel that I'm getting dumber. Anyone else feel that way?

no.
but I'm not old.
so meh.

Oh, well, when you get old, come back and give me an answer. Thanks.

BTW, how are you today?

age has nothing to do with dumbness .. but i am sure that being 40 i am not old, but i must say with age i have done afew dumb things...... so no i dont feel the same way

age has nothing to do with dumbness .. but i am sure that being 40 i am not old, but i must say with age i have done afew dumb things...... so no i dont feel the same way

get used to it! I used to have a spectacular memory...now I can't remember wher I put anything...peoples names, etc....it does continmue...sucks big time!

So, something IS eating my brain?

I'll get back to you.
and I'm feeling better.
:D

lol...nah...it's just losing it's elasticity....lol

lol...nah...it's just losing it's elasticity....lol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dydeE6SO-8Q

Yo Totage....I have a saying: The older I get, the dumber I get.

Problem is, most people don't understand what I mean. So, here it goes...

1) I used to know an AWFUL LOT when I was younger. I'm talking, I could do complex math quicker than someone using a calculator. I could derive math equations without the need to memorize, and figure out chemical formulas. I used to have at least a 15,000 word vocabulary in Spanish, and knew all the proper grammar for the language. The list goes on, but now I remember maybe 20% of all that knowledge combined.

2) As I grow older, I also discover just how many things I never knew when I was young. For all that I knew, there were entire areas of knowledge and experience I had never even touched upon. I didn't even know some of it existed.

So, am I really any dumber? Probably not. My knowledge base has simply shifted. Still, when you look back at the overall picture, it becomes a humbling experience. And THAT is the true meaning of my saying.

I find its only dependent upon the company i chose to keep...and the thought goes like this..."I can feel my brain cells dying"

I am with ActionLynch here.

My rote memory was always bad. Now my short-term memory is bad, too.

I can't remember passwords. That is the most annoying thing.

Sometimes I forget what I am talking about, in mid-sentence. This is no joke, but it's funny when it happens. People usually tell me, "you've already finished."

But!

I am smarter, wiser. I have insight you wouldn't believe. I am inventive too, which is usually attributed to younger brains. I can make theories (practice makes masters.) My humour has come to life -- to the detriment of some other people's quality of life.

I write better than ever.

I can't do math, I can't do arythmetic. I have a formal university education and training in math. Now? I can't even figure out the hypothenuse of a quadrilateral triangle.

What scares me, the only thing that scares and annoys me thus far, is my loss of ability to visualize spacially. I can't cut anything by looking at it through a mirror. (Like a skin tag on my azzz.) I can't visualize turning directions, and where that puts me. I have never known East from West, while I always new left from right. I am a decrepit, smelly old man, who doesn't know which way the toilet water twirls on this hemisphere when you flush the thing.

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Women turn me on more. It's probably because I haven't bagged one in ten years. or more.

I fear commitment because I fear her brain will go. The body, I don't mind. I consider every woman beautiful, and if she is slim, she's sexy to boot. No matter what age. I just asked a 93-year-old out on date last week. She came, but she'd talked herself out of getting into a relationship with me by then. Women can do that, you know.

Lucky for me, I don't take it personally -- I realize now that more times than not it's something in their bodies they are afraid, deathly afraid and ashamed to show. A missign breast or two; a prolapsed uterus; a bad scar; whatever.

I don't give a damn about those. I am fat -- so what? This is not any kinder to me than a missing breast is to a woman.

Some may have diseases, and it's easier for them to turn men down than to explain and bring it to the open.

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The ninety-three year old had beautiful skin. We met at a local Socrates' Coffee meeting. She is smart, and with it. She is deaf, but her brain is intact. I liked that. I figured, it's way over the "best before" date, and it's still not gone sour, so it never will. And she conquered me with the touch of her hand, with her wig or hairpiece.

Yes. I am a man. I delude myself to seeing a woman beautiful when she puts on props. I am like most other men with this. And knowledge of deceit happening around the place is not a put-off. her hairpiece? She wears it well.

We had the date, she was off-handish. She was not interested. She broke my heart.

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The body can change, but please don't go insane or demented on me with old age.

That's what really surprised me, when I realized what fear I faced and what other fear I don't have to fear to face. I can sort of see the point in it.

Now I feel ancient.

Me too.
Are the Urban Renewal people calling you too?

When she is old enough to answer you, you will be deaf, blind and too senile to understand her.

But you get the joy of drooling for cookies! I love cookies!