There’s more AAAAAAAAAAHHH between 30 and about 55. Maybe onwards too.
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30 is not the end. It's a profound moment of existential despair. A temporary paralysis. Followed by even more, even louder screaming.
My 40th is in two months and such.
I miss cartilage and being able to jump off things a meter high.
So it's like multiple connected loopedyloops and 30 is the short breath you are allowed before it starts all over again?
If you haven't mastered circular breathing by then, 30+ is going to kill you.
So that's what the crazy straws are trying to teach me
I think it's the same amount, just way louder
I never really felt this way, maybe it’s the adhd and constant switching of hobbies and things but I feel like the time I filled was with such different things that it really feels like 18 was a cloudy lifetime ago from 30
It’s not the years, it’s the mileage
I'm tired, boss
And the screaming continues
Just turned 30 last year... this seems about right for me. So much time wasted. Still can't afford my own place to do my own things.... love it.
glad you made it comrade