Hmpf.

[rebness]

EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING I AM THIRTY. I am constantly having to give friends and relatives the If I died right now, my gravestone would say I was in my twenties rant.

I am not dealing with this well.

I was listening to my favourite trashy song Acceptable in the 80s tonight. My older brother was in the room.

See, he'll do things for you if you were born in the eighties, the eighties.


Me: Hey, Paul! Calvin Harris doesn't have hugs for you.
Paul: He barely has hugs for you.
Me: HE DOES! HE DOES! TWO WHOLE YEARS OF HUGS 


This is unbearable. I obviously need counselling. D: 

Comments

[i-sanguinity.livejournal.com]

Thirty hit me hard, too -- I hadn't ever really imagined myself as An Adult, and thirty just seems like such an incontrovertibly grown-up number that I found it really hard to wrap my head around it. But now that I'm 11 months deep into this first year of my thirties, I can tell you that nothing essential changes, except for good stuff, that is. I found, as others have commented, an easier, quieter sense of confidence and a clearer sense of myself, who I am as a person, and what matters to me. This had a lot to do, also, with the fact that I became a mother and a wife in very short order during my later 20s, and I think that those events tend to realign one's perspective; for me, that realignment was just solidifying as I hit thirty, so the events combined to mark a sort of phase-shift in my outlook on the world and my view of myself.

I can't pull all-nighters like I used to and a lot of my too-wild excesses have tapered off, but aside from those changes I honestly feel like I'm more truly myself now than I ever was during my twenties, and that really isn't such a bad feeling to have after all. :)

[rebness.livejournal.com]

I definitely feel more comfortable in my skin - as if I'm finally me and my personality isn't dictated by others. I should probably do some form of settling down in this decade. Huh.

Your reply made me smile. I certainly hope I feel like this.