The End

Yep...today marks the last day of my third decade on Earth. Weird.

Last year I kept telling everyone that it wouldn't bother me. That I'm a kid at heart and that's all that matters. But as the day has drawn closer and closer, I realized I was lying to everyone...including myself.

I'm weirded out beyond belief. 30 shouldn't mean much to me. I've done all the things that I'm "supposed" to do by now as a man. I bought a ring and got married, I bought a home, I bought a car, I'm done with grad school and have started my career. Seriously, I should be happy with myself, but I'm not.

I guess it's because I'm not bothered by what I have or haven't done...I'm just bothered about getting older. See, I pride myself on being a big kid. That's all I am. Yeah, I am responsible when need be, but otherwise I act like I'm 12. But 30 makes me think that I have to be an adult more often. And in the next couple years, I'll be a dad - god willing - and then that's it. I'll have to be a permanent adult, responsible not only for my wife, but for a kid too! Yikes!

I know, this probably seems stupid, but I can't help but flip out a little. And I have to apologize to my 2 readers cause normally I'm funny when I flip out. Sorry.

Anyway, I guess I'll just have to go home and play video games all night. That will help me feel childish!!!!