30.5

Remember a couple months ago I was all optimistic about my birthday and turning 30? Well, I want a take back.

Not so much that being 30 is not awesome, but it also comes with it’s hosts of issues.

For some reason my skin has suddenly reverted back to my teenage years of constant acne and irritation.  But then remember when I found that gray hair in my head?  So now I’m in Ulta buying Clean & Clear and hair dye.  Just wtf is that about?

I care deeply and rant incessantly about the Man keeping us down.  Voter’s rights.  Women’s right.  Gay rights.  The supreme court.  Corporate blah blah.  I’m up late tweeting about my stickittothemaniosis.  Writing blogs about protests.  Listening to Bob Dylan.  Ok it’s not that bad but I am (still) reading 1984 and want to uprise.  I’ve donated money to political campaigns.  What the what?!

I did not plan to be an adult who cares about things.

I don’t remember things.  I hate (new) rap music (unless it features Pharrell).  Waking up at 930am is “sleeping in”.

So…yeah.  Just…ugh.

4 thoughts on “30.5

  1. I did not either! I never realized I felt that way til you said it. And I keep forgetting stuff and I am so over it. 15 months left in my 20s… guess I better enjoy while I can?

  2. Remember how we used to religiously sleep til noon?! and stayed up til the sun rose?! for no reason at all? lol. and then, remember how on Friday, we stayed in the car a little longer to listen to the caller on NPR…lol.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *