10 ways your life changes from your 20s to your 30s
If you’re a young whippersnapper and you’ve only had hair on your balls for a few years, this post might be a bit above you. If you’re not a whippersnapper any more and the hair on your balls has turned as grey as the hair on your head, you might be able to see a few home truths in this awesome series of comics from Bored Panda. In particular, if you’re in your thirties and you look back on your twenties as if it were just a completely different era, this one’s for you…
Living in your thirties is an interesting kettle of fish. You still, for the most part, feel fairly young. It’s just that your body reminds you you’re not quite as young as you think from time to time. Depending on your perspective, these comics might give you some insight or they might give you cause to cry.
One for the ladies here. At some point in your thirties, you just kinda stop giving a sh*t about what other people think. You become confident in yourself. It’s a good thing.
Nah, yeah, this is spot on. In your thirties you get to the end of the working week and old mate from work is like, “Any big plans for the weekend?” to which you’re like, “F**ken nothing. Best weekend ever!”
This is probably a bit generous. In your thirties, you’re more likely to tick the maybe box on a Facebook invite and then not bloody turn up.
Another one for the ladies. There comes a point where you just can’t get rid of the flubber by staring at a treadmill anymore.
Oh, f**k yes. At one point you’re like, “Yeah, nah, don’t get hangovers. Must be like super genes or something.” Then you’re like, “Oh, f**k, my head. I’m never drinking again…
Not sure if this is more to do with becoming a little more established or not, but in my 20s, I couldn’t afford the hotels with electricity. Camping was the ONLY option. In your thirties, it’s like, “This hotel didn’t put mints on the pillow. They’re getting a bad Google rating!”
Yeah, nah, fast spinny sh*t can get f**ked.
Oh boy, how good were the days of drawing dicks on dudes, shaving their eyebrows and taking photos for prosperity? If you did that in your thirties, dudes would be like, “What the f**k is your problem?”
Ha. Spontaneity does kinda give way in your thirties. I reckon that’s about establishment and responsibility more than anything else though. I’d fly to Berlin in three hours time if I could.
Final Thought: Life’s a bloody evolving wonder. One minute you’re in your twenties, rocking the f**k out and not caring about the future, then the next thing you know, you’ve started to mature, your body’s starting to reshape and change again, and your sense of entitlement dissipates. Definitely something for you young whippersnappers to look forward to.
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H/T: Bored Panda.