I was 47 in 2005. Was not miserable then. I've never been miserable.
Contrary to what many of you might think.
I was miserable when The Doobie Brothers broke up. But now that they are being inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame all is cool.
Yep, I’m an old guy.
New Guidelines Redefine Birth Years for Millennials, Gen-X, and ‘Post-Millennials’
BY JAY SERAFINO MARCH 1, 2018
You hear about Millennials, Generation X, and the Baby Boomers all the time, but it’s not always clear who’s a part of these groups. In fact, all of these terms are fairly unofficial social constructs outside of the Boomers—the U.S. Census [PDF] actually defines them as the generation of people born between 1946 and 1964. Now, the Pew Research Center is looking to give more structure to these generational nicknames with a new set of guidelines that establishes where each person belongs depending on their birth year. This is what they’ve come up with:
The Silent Generation: Born 1928-1945 (73-90 years old)
Baby Boomers: Born 1946-1964 (54-72 years old)
Generation X: Born 1965-1980 (38-53 years old)
Millennials: Born 1981-1996 (22-37 years old)
Post-Millennials: Born 1997-Present (0-21 years old)
My wife and I, our spouses, our siblings, and our first cousins and their spouses are what is now labeled the Silent Generation. We are in our 80’s + or minus a year or two.
Most of us are retired now. A couple of cousins still work a few days a week. No early deaths or suicides nor divorces nor jail birds. Many stayed within a 25-100 mile radius of where they grew up. Most of the guys volunteered for the military and served one hitch and came back to where they grew up and live there now and got married/raised their families. About 50% of us got real degrees and a few of us have masters. There are some real RNs, who worked in their late 60’s or early 70’s.
Our children are at the tail end of generation X and live similar lives as their parents. One sad suicide, due to drugs, a bad marriage and going into business with liberals is a losing game.
Again, there is a split with these kids, about 40% in good colleges enrolled in real degree programs. The others are basically well trained HiTech blue collar guys and gals like their parents.
Everyone texts and/or sends emails to each other. Half of my email list are my wife’s relatives or her lifetime/good friends. My wife is known as the texting Mom, Grannie, Aunt and long time friend.
We have lost most of our friends, who were the Greatest Generation in the last few years. The last few months have been really brutal re them leaving this orb. Some were mentors, later friends and some real WWII heros, like being the pilot on 25 B 17 missions out of the UK to dropping bombs over Germany.
Last but not least, most have churches that we have attended and supported with decades. Many of our friends have come from those churches.
I was somewhat miserable between 38-42. I’ll be 46 soon and happier than I’ve ever been.
I’ll be 46 this year. My wife of 24 years is awesome, beautiful and still takes care of me. My adult sons are productive members of society, my 14 year old daughter is a respectful, smart and helps around the house. Other than my mortgage I have no debt, got my health, retiring from the Navy in 3 months and looking at nothing but opportunities for my second career. It would take a lot for 47 to suck.
In an eighteen month span that included my 42nd year - my mother, both brothers and the best dog in the world all passed on.
I think there is some truth to this article; at least in my case there is. From about age 42 to 47, I became increasing angry, drank too much and smoked like a chimney. I think most of it had to do with introspection, what could have been and being trapped by the security of what many would think a “good job.” I was able to retire at 48 with a small pension, health insurance coverage and some capacity for a second career. I did reduce my consumption of self-destruction, found a great second career at 49 and here at 79, feel it is possible I would not be here if I had not left behind where I was at 47.
What a load of BS....
Woo-hoo! Nearly at peak misery! It’s all up from here!
I’ve never been miserable but I am deplorable.
I’ve never been miserable but I am deplorable.
I think age 47 was about my best year.
I was miserable at age 34. Then I got divorced and things got much better.
A radio guy summed it up:
At around 47 you’ve lived with a miserable job, miserable family; and now your knee hurts.