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Post by joew on Oct 19, 2014 17:04:40 GMT -5
Now that you know how old you are, thanks to the previous thread, it's time to find out if you act your age. bitecharge.com/play/oldact |
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Post by joew on Oct 19, 2014 17:05:44 GMT -5
It says I act 27. Got that right.  Not bad for a 46-year old (who was born 71 years ago). |
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Post by gailkate on Oct 19, 2014 18:58:39 GMT -5
And I'm 24! ("a wise young soul")
This must be totally accurate, because I'm 3 years younger than you, just like in our government-documented (cover ID) lives.
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Post by liriodendron on Oct 19, 2014 22:09:45 GMT -5
HA! The age I act is 23! Not bad for a 99-year-old in her mid-fifties!
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 20, 2014 8:28:02 GMT -5
Hmmmm . . .I'm the oldster here: 28 and described as a wise young soul.  |
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Post by doctork on Oct 20, 2014 10:45:16 GMT -5
We're all "wise young souls." I'm allegedly 24.
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Post by jspnrvr on Oct 21, 2014 10:53:40 GMT -5
After a looong, draining weekend shift I'm trying to get caught up. It's hard to believe, I'm supposed to be acting 24. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 21, 2014 20:17:57 GMT -5
After a looong, draining weekend shift I'm trying to get caught up. It's hard to believe, I'm supposed to be acting 24. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I'm saying that's a good thing!  |
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Post by slb2 on Oct 21, 2014 23:06:45 GMT -5
I act 23 and I answered honestly.
That seems off. I'm 28 years older than that.
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 22, 2014 8:25:29 GMT -5
I retook the test and answered two of the questions differently. They were both questions I had waffled on previously.
I kept thinking, "Yours is the behavior of a 99-year old."
But, Nope. I logged 24 this time.
Who knew?!?
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Post by gailkate on Oct 22, 2014 19:35:47 GMT -5
What is it about 24 -23-27-28 that the test thinks we all want to be?
When I was 24 I had just finished grad school and started teaching in a community college that (I thought) paid me generously. When you've been in debt for 6 years and expect to pay off loans for another 10, a salary counted in the thousands (8 of them) seemed princely - or princessly. But the next year they gave all of us who started in 1970 a special raise because we'd been underpaid. Woo-hoo! I was in love and expecting to marry within the year. Come to think of it, that year was one of the best of my life. So what about the rest of you - are you acting as you did in one of the best years of your life?
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Post by liriodendron on Oct 22, 2014 20:19:15 GMT -5
The year I was 23 I finished grad school, got married (just a few weeks after Chuck & Di), started my first real job (where I earned a whopping $9,000 - librarians have never made the big bucks - oh, and the first thing they showed me when I got there my first day was how to ring the silent alarm at the police station with the buttons hidden under the desks - they neglected to mention that perk during the interview), lived in a tiny apartment with only one drawer in the kitchen (should we use it for the silverware or the dishtowels?) and was blissfully happy!
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 22, 2014 21:09:38 GMT -5
Honestly, my "Best Years" didn't start until I was about 45. I would NEVER want to go back to the ages of 24 or 28.
Funny how we see things.
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Post by joew on Oct 22, 2014 23:28:14 GMT -5
WhenI was 27, it was a very good year. [Quiet, Frank!] I began my career with the IRS. I thought it would be a stop gap until I got a teaching position, but the teaching positions didn't come through, and after a couple of years, I stopped looking and settled in for the long haul with Uncle.
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Post by slb2 on Oct 23, 2014 14:35:04 GMT -5
I was 23 in 1986. That year started with exuberance, but ended on the other end of high. I set off for Thailand with the US Peace Corps as a youth development worker, having just graduated the previous December with GK as our commencement speaker. I loved my time in Thailand, but not every minute of it as I had bouts of homesickness. Wish I could relive that year.
As many of you know, I was run over by a truck that year and returned home on a stretcher. But I'm at this moment remembering that on December 31st, 1986, I FINALLY broke up with my abusive romantic interest once and for all! I did it by phone with a friend of mine coaching me. No chance of him coming after me. I'm feeling liberated right now with this memory.
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 23, 2014 19:54:31 GMT -5
Fabulous memory there, prairie girl!
I am happy to know it.
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Post by gailkate on Oct 24, 2014 8:28:31 GMT -5
And I am happy that we're all in a good place, not wishing for the old days when we were young. These are the good old days!
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Post by Jane on Oct 24, 2014 18:20:49 GMT -5
When I was 23, I was getting married and, unknown to me, suffering from severe depression (who knew? not me...my father had ingrained in me the notion that being alive was feeling miserable, and if you were happy, you were stupid). I was working in Detroit, with welfare clients, a job I quite liked, except for, you know, all those suicidal thoughts. So no, I wouldn't want to be 23 again unless I could have a do-over knowing what I know now (and having the drugs that finally cured me).
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Post by jspnrvr on Oct 25, 2014 6:03:34 GMT -5
When I was 24 I was incredibly stupid, lost in my own world, no good to myself or anyone else. A well adjusted 24 year old with their head on straight would have been head and shoulders above me.
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