In university, one of my good friends was about 4-5 years older than us (I was 22, he was 27 back then). Upon revealing his age to the class, quite a few of the girls went “BUT THAT’S SO OLD!?”
I always find it hilarious when people react like that. There’s nothing we can do about our age. I honestly don’t feel any different now being 30, compared to when I was 20 years old a decade ago.
Ok I am lying: I am WAY lighter compared to my Polytechnic days, but apart from that detail I am still the same Edward. I don’t feel different, and I am not acting differently.
My one and only wish for my 30th birthday went unfulfilled: I wanted to bake my own birthday cake and pose for a nice, angry badass picture with it. I wanted to highlight my entire fringe in deep, blood red. I requested my mum to purchase a new oven and she did. Unfortunately, mob manning is near my birthday so I had no choice but to trim my hair. My next ICT is in April, so at this rate, it will probably be September (?) before I can regrow my locks.
Sigh. Hope for something, wish for something, and it is always the first step on the road to disappointment.