You know you are old when your favorite series to watch on Netflix is the Kominski Method about two old guys and you can identify with some of their issues.

I guess we are not all cut from the same mold.
When I was in college, I hoped that it would never end.
I made good grades, rode a bicycle to class and all I had to do was study and stay out of trouble.
I loved learning new things and I did not have a care in the world.
No bills, no responsibilities, no commitments, just living every day to the fullest.
Now, I have to work every day and I have responsibilities for all kinds of things.
I wish I could just go back to school and start over again.
No chance of that ever happening, because I would never be able to meet all my commitments.
That is when you know that you are getting old.

I said the same thing about my motorcycle "maybe I shouldn't be riding a motorcycle anymore"... Except I have always used a helmet on that machine.

You forgot cassette tape and reel to reel.

You know you are getting old when your daughter tells you that you are turning into your father with your eating habits and other general mannerisms.
My father passed away in 2013.

I still watch garage sales for older gas cans in good shape.
These new 5 gallon plastic gas cans with the safety interlock on the spout are a pain and I refuse to use them.
Perhaps that makes me old or just cantankerous in general.
It is difficult to me to ascertain what is "getting old" and what is just generally making me upset with new innovations.

My wife is not strong enough to hold the weight of a 5 gallon gas can and simultaneously hold an interlock button.
That makes it where I am the only person that gets to use the stupid thing and I hate it and refuse to use it.
The whole situation becomes dangerous to the point where gas can be spilled and is just stupid.
Our government at work to "improve" our lives.
If that makes me old, so be it.

My father had a TV like this for years. He refused to purchase a TV with a remote control. He said that it was not required and a waste of money. Whenever he wanted to change the channel, he just ordered me to get up and make the appropriate adjustments. I became an expert at tuning in local UHF channels at a very young age.

I was the kid that used to look around the block and check out the trash pile to see if any TV's or other electronic devices were put out. I would bring them back home, take them apart and extract all electronic parts and pieces that were not damaged. I kept the components in a file cabinet to use for any projects that I might want to build. I also repaired our TV from time to time. I recall building an phone answering machine out of some of those junk pieces before that type of device was available to purchase. That one used a 300 baud modem that fit the muffs on the phone and I ran a BBS (bulletin board system) that ran on BASIC on my home computer. I recall purchasing a Hayes 1200 baud auto answer modem and thought it was a fantastic device to replace my jumble of electronics. When the internet got started, I thought it was a fad that would pass, just like cell phones. I also thought that AOL was a complete waste of money when you could just make a local phone call to a computer and send messages over packet communication with a modem. That probably makes me realize that I am old.

My father passed away in 2013, but he still refused to wear a seat belt until the day he died.
He told me that I could wear one if I wanted to.

My family used to refer to these tires as brand "maypop". They were economical.

Yeah, I get to tell kids to get off my lawn now. Like on Gran Torino...

Wow, that's before my time. A half penny is valuable coin these days. What I remember is holders along the bottom to place quarters in a line, and someone would say "I'm next" or "I'm down". And you have to stand around and watch to make sure that no one stole your place in line or your quarter(s).

You know that you are getting old when you have trouble reaching the floor to pick something up. It really hits home when you pick something up with great difficulty and the seam of your pants rips at the same location that a previous pair of pants ripped at the same location under indentical conditions.

Don't feel bad, I toasted without toast the other day. I was surprised when it popped up and there was no toast.