OK, serious talk for anyone under thirty who is really relating to this; you don’t even know who you are before you hit your thirties.
I’m dead fucking serious here. Under twenty, you’re basically still in the oven, and your twenties are basically spent figuring out who and what the fuck you are. Thirty is when the good shit starts. Thirty is when you start to finally have a grasp on who you are as a human being. Dating in your thirties is so much fucking better. You’re past the idiocy and the drama and you’re into the part where actual human adults learn to understand each other.
Please, please get out of this mindset that anyone over thirty is an ancient crone. You’re not even out of the fucking tutorial yet.
tbh I kinda feel that. Maturity has its own kind of sexiness that I can appreciate, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be bummed out about my early 20s soft femboi twink years having gone unappreciated.
You can always be bummed out about ageing. It’s OK to mourn the loss of an identity that you’d grown into. I’m getting my first grey hairs in, and its not easy seeing that in the mirror. It brings a lot of complicated feelings. Humanity has spent our entire existence grappling with the finality of time.
But my wife? She loves those grey hairs. She thinks they make me look even sexier. Time is unrelenting, and brutal. But love doesn’t care about time. Love, and joy, and friendship and kindness… These things will happen at every point in your life, if you let them.
OK, serious talk for anyone under thirty who is really relating to this; you don’t even know who you are before you hit your thirties.
I’m dead fucking serious here. Under twenty, you’re basically still in the oven, and your twenties are basically spent figuring out who and what the fuck you are. Thirty is when the good shit starts. Thirty is when you start to finally have a grasp on who you are as a human being. Dating in your thirties is so much fucking better. You’re past the idiocy and the drama and you’re into the part where actual human adults learn to understand each other.
Please, please get out of this mindset that anyone over thirty is an ancient crone. You’re not even out of the fucking tutorial yet.
But my 20s are my most handsome years and now they’re over! In a paltry ten years I’ll have some gray hairs and creases! 😭
tbh I kinda feel that. Maturity has its own kind of sexiness that I can appreciate, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be bummed out about my early 20s soft femboi twink years having gone unappreciated.
You can always be bummed out about ageing. It’s OK to mourn the loss of an identity that you’d grown into. I’m getting my first grey hairs in, and its not easy seeing that in the mirror. It brings a lot of complicated feelings. Humanity has spent our entire existence grappling with the finality of time.
But my wife? She loves those grey hairs. She thinks they make me look even sexier. Time is unrelenting, and brutal. But love doesn’t care about time. Love, and joy, and friendship and kindness… These things will happen at every point in your life, if you let them.
Stan Rogers song ‘Lies’ is one I find really poetic and uplifting on this exact topic
As an East Coaster I am legally, morally and spiritually obligated to upvote Stan Rogers.