I'm 25, thanks.

Fucking thirty. Do you even remember a time when thirty-years-old sounded old? I do – three weeks ago. It was three weeks ago when my first real friend turned thirty years old and since then, people in my life have been turning the big 3-0 as fast as taking a shit on a cold morning. I knew this day would come but I never anticipated the profound effect it has had on me. I was always the youngest in the family, the youngest student in the class, and the youngest among my friends so I’m used to people being older than myself and them hitting age milestones before me. For some reason, though, I am taking this getting older thing much harder than the people actually having the birthdays. It’s nothing a few sessions on the couch and a very hard prescription (one I don’t take just for fun) can cure. I thought turning 26 in August was difficult, it can only get worse before it get better because seriously - fucking thirty.