For some reason, around my 23-year-old self, I have one too many friends worrying about turning the big 3-0.
Two of my closest gal pals will be throwing birthday bashes to celebrate - or mourn? - crossing over from their 20s to what seems like a totally different planet.
It's almost as if turning 30 has pushed them to hold on for dear life because they have one foot in the grave or something.
One has decided to organise a murder mystery party (with a "corpse" thrown in for good measure), while another has concluded that dressing up as a dead celebrity for a private shindig would be fitting.
Perhaps their choice of theme parties subconsciously reflects how they really feel about hitting 30.
One was even on the verge of tears when the clock struck midnight on her "big day".
Her biggest fear?
That life would never be the same again. And maybe she's right.
"This may be the most superficial thing anyone has ever said but, to be honest, what worries me about turning 30 are the saggy boobs, wrinkles and the need for SK-II in my life," she said in all seriousness.
Being "18-years-old with 12 years of experience", which is what some "forever young" people call themselves, must come at a price. So I don't blame her for being paranoid because rumour has it your body develops a mind of its own at 30.
Another friend agrees and said she "feels the signs". Even though her 30th is not until November, she's already started worrying.
"I'm afraid my body will start breaking down because I already feel like my joints are cracking," she said with a frown.
"I think it knows it's turning 30."
But the downside of entering one's third decade of existence was shot down after another friend, a 32-year-old mother of two, plainly said: "Jumping into your 30s is basically the time you detox your body from all the rubbish you injected during your 20s so that you don't drop dead at 40."
Come on, is it really as bad as everybody makes it out to be?
Clichéd as it sounds, age is just a number. Can't these women just laugh about the years gone by and think of how far they've come and how much they've accomplished?
It's never too late to do the things you've always dreamt of.
But while I'm still hopeful - and hopefully, logical - about growing older, I've got such a long way to go.
Enjoy turning 30, ladies, while I stand by the sidelines watching and wondering what your deteriorating body must feel like.
It'll be a small miracle if any of you make it two hours into your respective parties without saying your trademark "I'm tired" or "I've got a headache".
Completely incomprehensible, if you ask me. But then again, what do I know about turning 30?
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