Getting Old

Tomorrow I turn 30, so today I have to enjoy the last of my young-adulthood. Because of this magical, nearly arbitrary date (that being the 10957th day of my life, skewed by leap years), I can expect to suddenly become deeply concerned with:

  • Stock options
  • The state of my lawn
  • The volume of music played by younger individuals
  • The thermostat
  • Baggy pants
  • Kids disrespecting their elders
  • How everything was better in my day

It is indeed a cruel fate. Nevertheless, I am as prepared as I can be, both to make the transition and to cling desperately to the youthfulness I can no longer claim. Woe.