Don’t needle me!
30 didn’t bother me at all. Oddly enough, at 37, all of a sudden I realized I was an adult - how did that happen?? Now I’m 60 - that doesn’t bother me either. Altho I don’t recall my knees aching as much at 30…
You are officially in your fourth decade.
The day I turned 30, I was getting ready to go out (my friends planned a big night bar hopping in NYC) and was poking around my apartment. I leaned forward slightly to pick up a pen off my desk and boom- herniated disc. Well, I guess this is old age.
A handful of ibuprofen later I was out and enjoyed the evening, but I’ve had recurring back issues ever since. But the fact is that my 30’s was my favorite decade so far. I graduated from law school, fell in love, got married, bought a house, had two kids… became a responsible adult. It’s been great.
For some reason I thought you were older than me. 
Nope, 30 didn’t get me. Neither did 40.
I’ll be 45 in a couple of months, though, and that’s giving me pause.
The day before was my last day at a job that had gradually turned to shit, and on my birthday I started a full-time job at a place I had been working part-time at the weekends for years. Didn’t feel weird, more like liberated!
Fully agree.
Since turning fifty, The Wife and I have been getting away with shit that we never dreamed of trying to pull when we were in our 20s.
I just passed 60 last week, so I feel at least twice as weirded out as you.
My freak-out birthday was 29. None of the others bothered me, and tomorrow I turn 68.
Happy birthday AK84!
It’s Fuck!Thirty somewhere.
This thread isn’t what I was expecting at all.
I had a helluva time dealing with 5.
mmm
Thirty was no big deal. Neither was forty, or 50. Those were fun actually - woo hoo, I made it here!
In a few years I will hit 60 and *that *might weird me out, if I get there. Still, in my head, I am 20-something. Happy Birthday!
In my 20s, I was at the death bed of a family friend and personal mentor. He points to his head and says to me: “In here, I’m still as young as you!”
He might have said something else, but those are what I remember as his parting words to me. I relive that moment every time I think of my own advancing years.
I didn’t mind turning 30, I mind the joint pain I have in my 30s I never had in my 20s. And it is going to get worse over the next 50 years.
Some time in your 30s you’re going to look back and realize you didn’t have a clue in your 20s, and will be so glad you are where you are.
I’m only 76 but I’m really looking forward to reaching 80!
You think 30 is bad? Try turning 1,000.
Happy birthday
I’m not yet 30, but I’ve already had many “kids these days” moments.
Yeah, but what’s a thousand years to you?