So I turned 30 this past July and let me tell you, this shit is not at all how I expected it to be. We all have that idea of what we’ll be like when we reach certain ages. It’s a fun way to waste a lot of hours, thinking about the person we assume we’ll be at fill in the blank age. But as life seems to love doing, there are a bunch of surprises that no one expects. So here is a list of things about being 30 that surprised me.
Where did all of this shit come from? If you are a follower of this blog then you know that I recently moved in with my best friend, another 30 year old human. And trying to figure out what to do with all of our adulty things is a long and arduous task. You see, as you age, you acquire things. Some of them you buy but, at least in our cases, most of it comes from other, older adults who have had even more time to collect things. And you can’t say no to any of it either. Because….
You never know when you’ll need it. When I was a kid, I never really thought about the things we had. We just had them. That is until I moved out on my own for college and my whole life seemed filled with not having useful items. Need to peel a potato, well fuck you. Grab a knife sunshine because you don’t own a potato peeler. Got a cold, well you better get your sick ass up to the store and buy a ton of surprisingly pricey items that you don’t have. Such items can include: cold medicine, tissues, soup, vapor rub, this could go on and on. So you start to learn your lesson and keep stuff around for “just in case”. Overall, this is a good thing. No longer is your house full of nothing and it’s exciting to be able to have items on hand to deal with whatever weird situation just came up. But sometimes, you run the risk of becoming an actual hoarder and you’ll start of have a surplus of items you never expected. And that’s why…
I freaking love garage sales. I remember as a kid my mom having a garage sale every summer. I would get to keep the money that I earned from any of my toys that I agreed to get rid of, but that was the end of my caring about it. But you guys, I’ve been absolutely stoked for months now about having a garage sale in the spring. Before I even moved in, we both knew that we had too much shit and got excited about having a yard sale in the Spring. We’ve told other adults, who have also gotten excited and are talking about bringing all of their extra junk to sell at the same time. …What? Why is the idea of putting our junk out in the front yard for strangers to come take away so awesome?!
But that’s not where it ends. I also love going to other peoples garage sales. I have found so much stuff that I either want or need while prowling through the folding tables of junk in people’s front yards. And because the people having the sale just want the stuff out of their house and life, you can get it for super cheap.
Running Errands is really hard. I remember running errands with my mom and I would always get so confused when she would say that she was tired. But how, I would wonder in my little brain, could she be tired when it felt like nothing was happening. I have no idea why, but I get it now. Something about running errands is really exhausting. The only thing I can think is that as an adult, spending the whole day out in the world doing things you hate and just get progressively more frustrated that your not at home in your PJs playing video games and so by the end of your errands, you feel completely worn out.
Your body hurts all of the time. Everything you do seems to hurt you in some way. Even simple things like laying on a floor for a short amount of time can lead to an achy back for the next three days. I raked leaves today and I’m already starting to feel some aches in my bones that I know I’ll get to have as a reminder for the next few days. But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll do something in the next day or two to lead to some new pains.
You never feel like you know what you’re doing but that’s okay. I’ve talked to people all the way up into their 70’s and I’ve never found a single person who feels like they’re figured it out. From what I can gather, you never really lose the feeling that you’re just making it up as you go.
I think I’m going to cut off this post there because otherwise I feel like I will keep rambling aimlessly for days. Because I could.
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve found about aging? Please tell me in the comments below so I don’t feel so alone with how surprising I’m finding aging to be.