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Look at it this way, in the middle ages you'd be fucking dead.Thanksgiving is going to slump me into a deep, deep depression.
Not so much the holiday.. actually, not thanksgiving itself at all.
I'm supposed to turn 30 tomorrow. Fucking 30. 3 fucking 0. I will have been born 3 god damn decades ago as of tomorrow.
Its not possible! I'm not 30! I reject the very idea of being 30. Thirty is old. Thirty is adult. Thirty is not a kid or a young adult.. Its a full blow adult. There is no hint of a "young" adjective that you can tag on to 30.
An adult I am not. I'm just a kid!!! I have toys, and I play! I have bigger cooler toys, but I'm still down for some lego time. What 30 year old plays with legos??
30 40 50 60 70 80 90 dead!! If I'm Lucky! You stop counting years and start counting decades at 30. Its not "oh, he's 23".. Its "he's in his 40s, 50s.." etc..
Tomorrow is too damn close for comfort. Tomorrow keeps happening and the days and years keep flying by in a blink.. Blink after blink.. They are going faster and faster and I can't put on the fucking brakes! There are no brakes! I'm flying down a hill on this crazy ass ride called life and I can't fucking stop it!
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