life progress: over >30% complete
I turn 30 years old today. Here is my Amazon wishlist, because lately I’ve been on this “I gotta get mine” kick. If other gay bloggers can have ads of botox and nude gay resorts or the Wonderjock (don’t ask), the least I can do is passive-aggressively ask people I barely know on the Internet to buy me a Playstation 3.
Uhm, if you want to, of course.
I have friends that dread turning 30. Turning thirty, they would argue, means the end of their twenties, the end of days of being carefree, the beginning of responsible living. A lot of my friends from college got married this year. A couple of them had children.
If that’s the case - that turning 30 is supposed to make you all mature and adult-like and shit - I’ve turned 30 a long time ago, dealing with family, with a job that can be stressful, at times dealing with, uhm, issues that would have me laying on my couch, staring at a spot on the ceiling for hours on end. As far as that’s concerned, I don’t think I’m out of the woods yet, but I think the worst of it is over. I have to believe the worst of it is over, just to retain the sanity that I have.
And that’s why being 30 doesn’t suck as much as I thought it would - because I’m on a mental and physical upswing and I lost 25 pounds since the start of the year and I’ve always been relatively financially stable, so even when I thought I had it bad, I haven’t had it too bad so quit your complaining, Ernie.
Here’s to even better days.
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