This is a thread for ILXors in their 30's!!! yo yo yo breakdancing etc...

Oh my. hblj

HB, LJ. Cannot believe that there's still anyone under 30 among our Council of Olds.

I guess I oughtta milk this thread for all it's worth now, since I only have a handful of months before I have to face the death panels.

excusing me intruding into the kids' thread but happy bird-day imago

I turn 30 this December.

jesus christ stop rubbing your youth in our saggy faces, you whippersnappers

j/k enjoy your 30s, it will be a magical journey

i'm gonna be 30 in june see y'all in a few months

Thanks everyone! Spending the day trammelling around Weybridge and environs, on the Digger trail. Here's to 17th century socialism (and Italian restaurants)

oh happy birthday lj!

HBLJ, hope you have a good day and indeed decade

I want to go back and slap 2008 me and shout BUY A FLAT YOU NINNY.

Dear 2009 me, don't buy a nice flat in a good location, buy a horrible tiny house in a crap location for 10% more, because in 2017 the flat will be worth 20% more (maybe soon 20% less as they are building a giant tower of cheap flats opposite) and the house will have doubled in value and you are never going to get a house nowwww

(actually maybe don't, I love my flat, but still, I would also love a garden and not to be able to hear my downstairs neighbours sneezing, and they would probably love not to hear all the things I do which are louder than sneezing which I don't even want to think about)

...This thread has made me realise I don't know where time has gone since approx Aug 2011, there were probably some things I should've done in that time but it seems suspiciously like I haven't done anything at all

I'm 35 and sorry I missed this thread during peak breakdancing, and except for getting into jazz, Steely Dan, and Yes, things are about like they were circa 27ish, though more of my friends now make more money than I do, making me seem more like an underachieving bozo - living with roommates, staying up late, and meanwhile nursing roughly the same rolling midlife crisis as ten years ago. More of the people I was carrying torches for have gotten married or at least engaged. My hair and outfits are maybe a little cooler, and I consume substances I didn't back then. Probably I'm a bit more emotionally mature and I think I'm a better listener and partner. My days still seem to slip away from me often; I blame ILX but this place is often worth it.

My 30s are like a decade-long shit snaking off into the horizon. Trying to think of what I have to show for it beyond an explosion of white amidst what little hair I have left.

Although I realize self-assessment induces more of a shrug than the panic and dread that it used to, so I suppose that's growth of a sort.

If you don't yet practice good posture, this is the decade when that will come back to haunt you and all thoughts of future breakdancing will become a cruel joke.

Srsly, enjoy your joints before they start popping and locking independent of your conscious intent.

Ha actually that has been something different, posture awareness! After a very ugly back incident four years ago, and somewhat-under-control shoulder trouble, both stemming from decades of using computers in moronic ways.

getting an office job has improved my posture - getting the seat & screen positioned just so means I'm in a decent position all day. I occasionally feel it in my neck/shoulders a bit but it's very minor and my lower back feels drastically better

Doing the little stretch/yoga type exercises they gave me after my big back incident has been key. Would also help if I could get myself to stick to a gym routine, and especially if I had convenient access to a pool and swam a few laps a week.

I just started physical therapy this week.

I just completely destroyed myself.... doing the vacuuming ;_;

...this is prob better suited to the old geezers thread tbh

the old geezers thread? you mean this one?

or perhaps this one would be more to the point -- although it is now touched by sadness, bcz the OP was bimble.

The only difference between my early-mid 30s and my 20s is that everyoen I know is married and has kids. I'm still living like a degenerate, but with a corporate job, so life's not even wild, it's just mismanaged. I'm healthier than I was in my teens and 20s, so that's cool, and I still have most of my hair, so that's pretty cool, too. I'm starting to give into the groove, so I have pretty good feelings for the future. I just never thought I'd live this far.

The one weird thing about getting older is the weight of memory and experience. It feels like this mental exhaustion, and makes me understand why some people would want to die in their old age. I feel like my life is just starting now , but man, I don't get how people like Peter Thiel could drink the blood of illegal immigrant children and male prostitutes he hires off Craigslist to become immortal. I guess you'd have to be the kind of person to do that to do that.

You started off pretty well there but

I'm finally at that age where watching shit set in the 80s starts giving me sad nostalgia rather than "lol I remember that" nostalgia.

I party way harder in my 30s than I ever did in my 20s though. less so after the blackout drunk hospital visit but what I'd give now for my wasted early 20s

xp I retract my statement about Peter Thiel, it's completely made up, and just my weird sense of humor. He'd make an able governor of California. Anyway, life's on the precipice of an upswing for me, so my 30s are looking better than my 20s, which was basically just youth, arrogance, chaos, and stupid decisions.

my back problems have started up too. years of bad posture yo.

How often do you exercise? My back starts hurting when I don't exercise. Exercise, plenty of fruits and vegetables, and just plain clean living cures all, in my experience.

lol....I am the definition of "sloth", so I'm not surprised why it's happening.

i was in a wave of mild depression that didn't help but have pulled out of it so maybe it's time to get to the gym and get back to my high school weight.

Aim, thats a thread for people in their 50s - I'm not there quite yet! :) Feels like it sometimes though ugh.

Mind you a workmate was thrown yesterday when I said I was 45 and he thought I was 10 years younger. I find it hard to believe that old trick of mine still works, thanks to the ravages of booze but eh.

I still look a little younger than my age, so I suspect the damage often stays internal until things just stop working

Although I realize self-assessment induces more of a shrug than the panic and dread that it used to, so I suppose that's growth of a sort.

otm

It's like throwing an apple core on a skip that's already overly full.

Until a couple of years ago, people were routinely shocked to learn that I was 10-15 years older than they thought. Having subsequently bridged that physiognomic gap has been a challenge to my ego. My daily employment of the black knee socks/tan cargo shorts combo may be the greatest of the indignities I've suffered.

Dear 2009 me, don't buy a nice flat in a good location, buy a horrible tiny house in a crap location for 10% more, because in 2017 the flat will be worth 20% more (maybe soon 20% less as they are building a giant tower of cheap flats opposite) and the house will have doubled in value and you are never going to get a house nowwww

― a passing spacecadet

man, 2009 me doesn't need advice, 2017 me needs advice. me from eight years from the future needs to come visit to either tell me "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOT" or "Smartest decision you're ever going to make".

it made me sad when I went from "you're 30? wow, no way" to "yeah that seems about right" when I say my age. Not that I look bad for 36 or anything, just I used to look younger than my age for many years. :)

lol 2017 me is angry at 2009 me for squandering 75% of my savings in less than a year. Now I have almost 15k tucked away.

Hey kids

i turned 30 last fall but didn't know about this thread so clearly i've already fucked up my 30s

i'm hi, 30 years old

my beard has more white patches in it and i'm def happier than i was at 20 but still feel like i get treated like a kid by older people

"I party way harder in my 30s than I ever did in my 20s though. less so after the blackout drunk hospital visit but what I'd give now for my wasted early 20s"

Neanderthal , do tell

And happy belated to imago, who beat me in chess on his big day even while he was distracted with wine and his girlfriend

that knight move tbf

Not that interesting. In a low moment last year i got blackout drunk and woke up covered in vomit in a hospital. Since then i have cut back and carry a breathalyzer too

That's just debs night iirc

the 30 yr old debs I think that was a film

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I turn 30 this coming slurpee day, so this may be a bit premature

u young

slurpees = the secret to eternal youth?

(tbf I'm pretty sure I haven't had a slurpee at any point in my 20s)