What I also realized was how life changed, or in some cases, didn't change. These are the things I learned turning 30.
30. Also known as the year of the Riddler Mardi Gras.
1. Everything hurts more and heals slower.
Have you ever injured yourself while sleeping? I have! Don't ask me how because I don't know. Somehow my neck popped and that was it. So off to the emergency room I went, to explain how I injured myself....in my sleep. And by explain myself, I mean tell a doctor how my neck went boom-boom while dreaming about my crotch getting boom-boomed by a video game character, no, I'm not going to tell you who. Or, uh, what it was.
I expected my body to hurt more as I got older, I just didn't expect it to this degree. I feel like my wisdom teeth are growing in despite not having any wisdom teeth. My left knee feels wonky after that old football injury I totally never had. My ass feels sore from all that shitting I've done in my life.
I...I guess you didn't really need to know about that last one. Okay, I'll make it up to you. Fine. It was Tali from Mass Effect. Happy? Oh? You dream about her too huh? Wow. It seems like a lot of you have. Must be the mask. At least it wasn't Ms Pac-Man, although, you can't find a woman with better curves than a woman who is basically a circle.
2. Most of my references are outdated.
The other day, I made a reference to a 16 year old kid about the celebrity jeopardy skit on Saturday Night Live, which began airing 16 years ago. Of course, he had no idea what I was talking about. How could he unless he was one of those baby geniuses I keep hearing about? Infants are not well known for staying up on Saturday night to watch Dean Hammond's Sean Connery talk about fornicating with Alex Trebek's wife. Actually, there is a good chance a teenager wouldn't know who any of those people are since I'm pretty sure none of them post "Haul" videos on Youtube about what they bought at the mall.
54,500 teenage girls with too much self esteem. They need to be taken down a peg.
There was a point in my life where 75% of my brain was used to store Simpsons quotes. I still remember some, so when I pull these references out, people start looking for a straight jacket. They think I'm talking about random nonsense I learned from reading Chernabog's diary. Even people in my own generation may not get a Simpsons reference since their is more Simpsons episodes than stars in the galaxy. It's sister series, Futurama, is getting difficult to use for quotes too, mainly from the series first run on Fox since Comedy Central has taken a machete to those old episodes when re-airing them, sometimes cutting entire scenes. When I tell people my only regret is "Bone-I-Tis", they think I regret boning somebody named Itis. That sounds like the name of a Hillbilly and 80's guy don't whip it like that.
3. I still don't give a shit about "adult" things.
Whenever people in my generation start talking to me about finance, taxes, 401K's, and, uuuuugh, stock options, my eyes glaze over and I begin to envy the dead. This is especially bad with people I knew when they were younger. In my head, I cannot comprehend how some guy who used to do keg stands and break bottles over his head, now talks about how his stocks dropped 0.00001% today as if this information is interesting and not, for example, the most boring shit ever. I think this is exactly how mid-life crises start. These people wake up one day, realize the only thing they have talked about for the last 15 years is fucking spreadsheets, and they immediately max out a credit card buying a Camero so they can cheat on their wife with their 22 year old administrative assistant.
"Maybe now my stock portfolio will blow me."
I expected my interests to change, and they have, but I thought I might care more about this stuff at 30 years old than I actually do, which is none. Actually, I care a negative amount about this stuff, so much so, that I will actively deny their existence. Hey, I'm pretty sure I saw Olympic boxing on CNBC a week ago so my thinking can't be that weird.
4. I still enjoy escapist fiction a little too much.
I already mentioned Mass Effect above but it's one of the best among modern escapist fiction. The thing is, I don't half ass it when it comes to these sorts of awesome since that requires restraint. No, no, no, I've read the entire codex about the Mass Effect universe....several times. And if the answers to my bizarre questions about a totally fake universe are not in there, it bothers me like Bill Clinton trying to understand what the word "is" is.
For example, if two members of the all female Asari race mate, does one grow a dick? This is important information for the hopelessly nerdy. I really need to know this right - no. No they do not. Okay, but I am left to wonder how the aforementioned Tali, the Quarian with a super weak immune system, eats anywhere that isn't sterile. It's basically everywhere she is in the game. Wouldn't she have to take the mask - no. Again, there is an answer. See, those of you laughing at me, especially my girlfriend, these are legitimate questions.
I love you.
My other recent obsession is Game of Thrones because 1. shut up, 2. I know it's basically The Lord of the Rings: The Soap Opera, and 3. shut up. I have spent more time on HBO's interactive Game of Thrones map than I've spent on fighting my contempt of court charges the city keeps pestering me about. And if there is a nerdy thing for an adult to get really into, it's this. The levels of nudity and violence in this show rival even the ballsiest Dora The Explorer episodes.
5. The world at 30 is not what I hoped.
Not in the "my life sucks" kind of way, (although I could make an argument for that, but couldn't everyone?) but in the "2012 is nothing like the Sci-fi awesomeness I thought it would be when I was a kid" way. Smartphones are really the only Sci-fi like thing to exist compared to my 10 year old mind, and although I'm sure there is some crazy, top secret gadgets the military has like invisible missiles and teleporting tanks, my 30 year old self is left wanting. And as much as I want my goddamn hoverboard, the thing that annoys me the most is the lack of space travel.
Why am I not living on Mars right now eating pork chop flavored paste in a tube while terraforming the atmosphere with oxygen lasers? Why do I not have a kick ass space jet that I can fly around and shoot lasers at space pirates with (also known as pirates, in space)? Why am I not writing this very blog posts with laser fingers that just shoot the letters at the screen with lasers? Why isn't everything lasers? Just, just an obscene amount of lasers. I have yet to find a problem that couldn't be solved with "more lasers".
.....It's a start. Via Geograph.
But no, in 2012, I am not the daring space cavalier I thought I would be. Instead I'm doing everything that isn't pew pew pew pew, vvvvrrrrrrrrooossshhhh, pew pew, KRRRAAAAARRRUGHGH. And that, is the biggest disappointment of being 30 years old. Well that, and the lack of visiting space strip clubs to see alien boobs that I have no idea if I would like or not. I would certainly have more confusing boners in my life, that's for sure.
Disclaimer: This blog post was not nearly as sad, "Bahhhhh, I'm not in my twenties anymore", as I thought it would be.
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