I think I'm already elderly

That is to say that since I've backed off the drinking, I go to bed early and people seem to give me the half attention that seems more appropriate to a 95 year old senile who can only tell that one story about word war deuce. Sad thing is I feel that lately I have nothing more interesting to say. I feel my stories and jokes are stale, my humor is too far in left field, and that no one really wants to interact. Though all of this is likely a depression/anxiety linked issue, I can only see that being about 25% of the whole picture. Maybe my depression is affecting me more than I wanted to admit? I really don't know anymore.