I’m Turning 30 Soon and I’m Not Okay, Thank You for Asking
On embracing our fear of getting old
Here we are, the big 30. The age that I always thought was too far away to even care. I mean, I knew I was getting closer, but now I’m really getting closer.
I know what you’re gonna say: every age is a great age, it’s not the age that counts, you just need to stay young in your mind, or whatever you tell yourself to feel better. I’ve heard it already, but please try telling it to my growing anxiety, shrinking patience, and lower back pain.
You can’t reverse this shit. Half of humanity has tried, and I still haven’t seen anyone patent anything. So, for the sake of this story, can we all agree that aging sucks and that there’s no coming back from it?
Now that we’ve cleared that out, let me ask you this: since when accepting something means that we have to completely ignore it and act as if we were totally fine with it? I’ve been trying to talk about my fear of getting old, only to have people tell me that I was being silly. Or is it that they don’t want to admit that they have the very same fear?
I can’t help but wonder if we weren’t better off when getting a facelift and trying to match impossible Hollywood aging standards was a thing, before we went all “everything natural is…
