I turn 30 tommorow. I’m unemployed, crippled (rheumatoid arthritis + tendonitis), mentally ill (severe social anxiety + depression), a kissless virgin, and obese. So at least you aren’t me. And yeah, I feel the same way about turning 30, especially considering the fact I spent all of my 20s as a neurotic cripple. My 30s are going to go the same way if physical therapy doesn’t work for me.