As of eight minutes ago, I am officially 30 years old.
Like many, as a child, I assumed that at some point ‘Adulthood’ would kick in and I’d start shouting at people for leaving lights on in unoccupied rooms, become concerned with the thermostat and suddenly know what a ‘distributer cap’ is.
Like many, I also discovered that no matter how old you get, you always feel like you’re somewhere around fourteen… and feel amazed when you’re trusted with any sort of grown-up responsibility.
For example, at fourteen I assumed that when I turned 30, I’d be spending a lot less time thinking about Batman. This is not the case.
I take special pleasure in the fact that while my internal odometer clicked over from twenty-nine to thirty, I was watching Star Wars while playing Super Mario Bros. on my DS.
At some point, everyone has to become an adult.
Becoming a grown-up is strictly optional.