Yeah, 30 is a blip, but I remember 35 felt like the first time that my 30s really hit home - that the years would just keep coming.
This is a bit male centric, but Neal Stephenson had a good line about this feeling in Snow Crash:
Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years.
if my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.
The process of getting old is bit like getting farther and farther away from that point. And maturity is what you do with that feeling.
Hey I am not an 35 year old man! I am still in my 20’s!
…well, 29 actually, shit.
35 is rough. I’m starting to understand the whole “mid life crisis” thing.
I still don’t understand the mid life crisis thing, but then again I never had a life
Yeah, 30 is a blip, but I remember 35 felt like the first time that my 30s really hit home - that the years would just keep coming.
This is a bit male centric, but Neal Stephenson had a good line about this feeling in Snow Crash:
The process of getting old is bit like getting farther and farther away from that point. And maturity is what you do with that feeling.
Man that’s exactly how it feels. I read snow crash when I was like 16 or something and that totally didn’t even register with me.
48 here big dawg - the hits just keep on coming (good with the bad, too)
53 checking in 🙂
I’ve just had crisis when 28, lol. Don’t remind me.