As of today, I am thirty. What the fuck. I can’t be. Damn this feels weird. Certainly a marker birthday.
Did anybody else feel weirded at this “barrier”?
Yeah, thirty felt like I was passing some significant barrier. After that one, though , I was more affected by my daughter’s milestones. It really felt weird when she turned 30.
Only 30? You’re still a spring chicken. Get back to us at 50.
I didn’t.
33 1/3rd was long playing, tho. Things seem to have picked up by 45. I needed an adapter to keep things centered. Can’t wait for 78! (16 was a long time ago)
30 was honestly nothing - even at the time. 40 started to feel like I was getting there. Next year it’s the big 60. Yikes!
As I enter the final half of the final year of my 30s, I can’t help but wonder, “What the heck happened to my 20s?”
Time speeds up the older you get; it goes even faster once you spawn.
I kind of freaked out when I was approaching my 30th birthday. I hated that I was never going to be really young again and I mourned my youth and I felt like I hadn’t accomplished anything in my life and now it was slipping away.
Afterwards I was like “Huh, I’m actually enjoying this being-in-my-30s thing. I feel like a grownup now and like people will take me more seriously.”
Now I’m approaching 50 and I don’t know how I feel about that.
Happy Birthday!
No, or at 40 or at 50. But 20 was a really disturbing brain-rattling startling milestone.
Yeah, I really didn’t give a shit about turning 30. Felt just like 29 to me, except I now had reason to be all snooty toward people in their 20s. Buncha kids.
78’s a real shellacking.
That’s an interesting spin on the whole thing.
Oh, for crying out loud. They’re letting babies in here now.
30? 40? 50? Didn’t even blink or slow down!
(However, when my hubby turned 50, I walked around for a couple of weeks telling anyone who would listen, “I can’t believe I’m sleeping with a fifty year old man!” Until someone told me to knock it off!)
By the time I was 30, I was on my second marriage, my wife was pregnant and I had transitioned into a significant career change. I damn near forgot my own birthday.
I was weirded out the idea of 30 as that birthday approached, but once I woke up that morning I was fine.
Get off my lawn!
I woke up on the morning of my 30th birthday for my first day in a foreign country (Japan) that I was going to live in for the next 10 months. I was with a group staying overnight in the youth hostel in the former '64 Olympic village. Due to jet lag I woke up quite early and wandered outside. I didn’t dare go more than 1/2 a block for fear of getting hopelessly lost, but later in the day I realized I had seen the best part of a Tokyo August day, between 4am and 6am. That afternoon we got on an overnight train for Hokkaido (this is before they had bullet trains in that direction).
It was great. I didn’t think at all about the age milestone. This year I turned 65, another milestone that has more meaning because I am retiring pretty soon.
I was barely 28 when I joined this board.
Now I’m 41.
41?!?!?
Believe nothing Madison Avenue tells you: youth is the most overrated thing, ever. At 30, you’re just at the tip of your best years. When you’re closer to 40, you’ll realize how fucking stupid and useless 20-somethings are.
Groove it, man.