So, today is the last day of what I consider to be young. Goodbye twenties hello thirties. It’s a little funny because I always wondered why tv shows and movies always made fun of people turning 30, as if the difference between how you feel on your birthday and the day before is supposed to be so vast. I suppose I was a little naive. I mean sure, I probably won’t feel very different tomorrow than I do today…because in my mind I guess I’m already old.

I was chatting with an old friend the other day. I say an old friend, but really she’s 6 days younger than I am. We grew apart in high school and rarely spoke in adult hood. In fact I think the last time I saw her was either my 20th or 22nd birthday. I know it wasn’t my 21st because the last thing I wanted was to drink on my 21st birthday, after we’d already been drinking for a few years. In fact I pretty much had to be dragged out by another friend to have my first legal drink which I didn’t even get carded for. I digress. We were talking about how we’ve grown apart, wanting or not wanting kids, marriage, etc etc, and I told her that no matter how distant our friendship, I can still say I’ve known her for half my life. Then of course she pointed out that if we had kids when we met, they’d be graduating high school this year. Ugh to that.

Over the last year and a half I’ve had a lot of time to think about a lot of things. From relationships, to tv shows, to just random moments in history. I am fucking old. Now, I’m not old in the sense that my mother would look at me and be like ‘if you’re old then what am I?’, but really it’s more that I’ve changed a lot. I like to think that I haven’t changed a lot since high school, but I guess I can’t keep that up. Granted, the event I’m most looking forward to in the near future is a video game convention, and my favorite tv show is about high school kids singing and dancing, I’ve totally changed.

Examples? Let’s see, as mentioned I was totally having a conversation with my friend about babies, marriage, and memories from high school. Only old people do that. Despite my brothers recent blunders trying to get tickets to Comicon, usually calls to him revolve around my sister’s kids, or recipes for pot roast and meatballs. Plans made to meet friends are plans for sushi instead of drinks at a pub. Going to a show used to mean going to see a local band that will never make it out of the state perform. Now I hear show and I think of Wicked or Mamma Mia, which I would rather see instead of beating off the hordes of crazy lesbians at an Ani Difranco show or edging around a mosh pit at a Rage¬† Against the Machine concert. The idea of an office job is much more appealing than being in a truck driving across the country. I would rather save my money to visit my grandmother, than plan a trip to Disneyworld. Instead of pop tarts and pepsi for breakfast, my breakfasts normally consisted of Raisin Bran Crunch, a banana, and some juice.

Despite having my intestines blow up, the 20s were pretty damn good to me. I’ll miss them just as much as I miss the 4 years I spent culminating the best friendships I can ever hope to achieve in life. Friendships that allow you to just start talking to someone after almost 10 years of not talking as if it had only been a week. So 30s, fucking bring it, because I can say that my life has been pretty good.¬† And…well, to shove it to the man the way that only old people can do, I’m going to have a bowl of udon and Pepsi for breakfast. Cause I’m a rebel…or as rebellious as someone who’s old and decrepit as I am can be.

One Thought on “Last Day of Youth…

  1. The older one on March 5, 2012 at 4:50 pm said:

    I didn’t have a problem hitting 30. I’ve always seen age as a just a number (inexorably creeping higher!) but while I had some great times in my 20s, with fantastic friends, I have been much happier in my 30s. Yes, my definition of “fun” has changed and I border on being the creepy old person at a bar, but I have felt less upheaval and more satisfaction with my life. I don’t feel old (I think 50 will be my “old”) yet and wish you the same sort of fulfillment, even if you dread hitting 30. I can tell you it’s not so bad, even on the far side of 30.

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