Yesterday was the 31st of December so text messages naturally flooded my phone. My brain is wired somehow to not read through generic messages. So... If I get a text from you, I can tell by the second sentence if the text was typed specifically for me or if the sender typed and sent to everyone on their contact list. If it's the latter I don't bother reading through, so naturally I don't get to reply.
However yesterday one text came in and I didn't need to get to the second sentence to tell that it was typed for just me, seeing as the sender thought it wise to begin the text with "As you turn 30 this year, may you _ _ _ _ _ _. Happy new year". I held my phone to my face and I wished it was the sender I held so I could give her a knock on the head. Seriously, as I turn 30... You just had to go there?
There are a number of ways my dear friend could have sent her text without stating that fact (yes it's a fact, fortunately or unfortunately). I read through the text and came to the realization that the sentence was very irrelevant to the text; her message would have held just as much meaning without that addendum.
Why then did she do that? Why did she feel the need to remind me that I've gotten to that point, that point of no return? Was this some veiled insult? Wouldn't her message have held the same meaning without her reminder? On and on I obsessed over this, maybe it's the fact that she's still got some time before she can be told "As you turn 30 this year..."
I woke up this morning and it was still on my mind. I haven't replied that text because I cannot trust myself not to freak out and then cause friction between two people that have been friends since 1997, so I just look at the text and continue to obsess.
But isn't it the strangest thing ever that I'm reacting this way? What is it about turning 30? Why has society attached so much to it, placed so much emphasis on it... Or are we the ones that put the pressure on ourselves...? I just called it the "point of no return", is that all in my head? It's just that.. 30 seems so final. 30. 30. The twenties are officially over. After 30 comes 40, then 50 and then 60...
I remember several years back my friend Chocolate subbed someone on her bbm PM (the things I remember sha... Because I'm certain she herself has forgotten), she wrote something like "I'm closer to 20. You're closer to 30" and that was all, that was it, but that was enough. The fact that whoever had slighted her was a few years or months shy of 30 and reminding her of that fact, that was the ultimate diss, the dirty slap in her face.
And now that 30 stares me in the face I'm left wondering why...
What's so amazing-interesting-horrible-frightening-remarkable about turning 30?
And for the youngens, when you think about 30 does it make you feel some kinda way? Are you excited, do you feel dreadful or are you indifferent?
What are the expectations you have, what do you hope to have accomplished by the time you clock 30?
Why all the fuss about the BIG 3-0?
Ps; my friend is a good person (which is why we've been sisters since the day we both walked into JS2 V in Queen's College, until tomorrow... My close friends are all good people *big grin*) so I know it wasn't a veiled insult, but when I saw the text that begun with "As you turn 30..." My head spun! LOL.