I’ve been thirty for a couple of days now, but as I sit here watching The Return of the King & eating pizza rolls, life doesn’t seem that much different now than when I was 15. It is, of course. I’ve always been someone who wants to be taken more seriously than my age would indicate. Somehow I feel that now that I’ve completed 3 decades, some allotment of dignity or respect is my due. I’m perfectly aware that dignity & respect are earned, not bestowed, but there’s not much opportunity to successfully work for either when you’re in your twenties.
Now that I’m thirty, there’s nothing left but to be serious and mature all of the time, for the rest of my life.