So I recently turned 30 and I couldn’t be in a bigger crisis mode. I kept swearing to myself at 28, 29 that 30 wasn’t that big of a deal.
Let me say it is. Mentally you look at your life and go,”What in the hell have I’ve been doing?” At least that was how it was for me. I had to get out of town and spend a week in Boston to deal with it…only to come home to a bigger crisis.
I guess what makes it extremely bad is all the friends and Face(Baby)Book now . Seriously all the nights of drinking out have now turned to pics of baby’s day out. Yeah no thanks and more importantly, I don’t care. Your kid looks like a goblin. Get over yourself!
Ah for the carefree days of twenty-hood, how I miss you!