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Almost going on 30

Me = (30 - 1) in 2 days. Party hats and streamers for all!

Is it still fashionable to stress about turning 30? I'm just not feeling it yet, even though I'm about to start the final one year countdown so maybe something will still click on the stress machine.

I don't think 30 is the point that I'll magically turn into an adult, even though I've by this point been married for nearly six years, I have something resembling a career, I have a mortgage and I'm president of my HOA. But even though I've been an "adult" for 11 years now, I still play video games, listen to all kinds of music, read web comics and act really silly with my wife when no one else is around.

So I've decided to have my cake and wolf it down whole. You can have some if you like. It's chocolate-raspberry.

Comments

Myster said…
I have a nervous breakdown every year just before my birthday (and my friend Pete always ends up picking up the pieces of me and shipping them to Alaska in a box). You've got three years on me and always have. So go for it. And hey, as long as you have a wife, a career and a mortgage, there's nothing wrong with tempering all that responsibility with a little immaturity.
darthmoridin said…
Immaturity is the fountain of youth. Although some people over-indulge.

The only birthday I ever stressed about wasn't even my own. It was my dad's 50th. I think that it was a bigger deal for me than it was for him. But the solution to the next milestone (for both of us) is to have a big party in Vegas. It'll be the 60-30 party.
Quinn said…
Hey, what happened to it being the 60-30-21 party?? I feel so dissed.
darthmoridin said…
You're right, it's still the 60-30-21 party. I'm sorry. The conversation was covering feeling old (or not). No dis intended.

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