Stuff I’ve noticed is happening as I slowly crawl towards my 30s:
– Chocolate isn’t that great anymore. It’s still nice, but not as a snack, in the middle of the day or milky. And brownies are gross.
– Grey hair appears on pictures more clearly.
– Bullshit meter is at its most efficient.
– I’m less and less patient, and I was never patient to begin with.
– Spending an evening with a cup of tea and the internet seems like a perfectly reasonable way to spend a Saturday night.
– Living with housemates is for “young people”.
– Nostalgia sets in as a permanent state of mind. “In my days” is sometimes the start of a sentence. Not often. Just sometimes.
Shit.
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The worst is to come, I’m afraid.
Yesterday morning my daughter left the house to study away five years… Made me realize I’m not a teenager anymore, witch I never remember clearly.
j’ai bien peur de me diriger lentement et surement vers cet état.
…oh well.