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I hate that my 30th birthday is going to suck
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ouch. what a bitchfest. I hope you feel better getting it all of your chest. I know that usually works for me :PAs for a sucky 30th, don't fret. You arent the only one who was let down when they turned 30.
I went through the same pathetic cycle of looking at where Ive been, what Ive done, what I thought Id be and have been by the time 30 rolled around. I do have kids, I am married, but thats about all I have compared to what I thought I would have. I wanted to own my own house (im renting), I wanted to have that glamerous job in the media I went to college for (only finished three years, no degree, working as a supervisor in a clothing warehouse), I wanted to be back in Flordia where the sun is always shining (im still stuck in grey ole PA)....
To top it all off, I thought I was going to have a blow out - big bang of a birthday. One to never forget! Everyone knew i was dreading turning the big 3-0.... I was no longer a cute 20-something. I was turning into a full fledged adult.... and you would think they would have wanted me to celebrate in style! (hell, when my hubby turned 30 I took him out to Atlantic City and let him bet his ass off the whole day and nite!)
But low and behold... all i got was a lousy dinner out. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hang my head in shame and sleep for the next 10 years straight.
I hate birthdays. All they do is make you miserable. Its no longer fun to celebrate them, they only remind you how much OLDER you have become. I have decided...... I am offically boycotting my birthday!!!!
TAKE YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR OWN HANDS AND LIVE IT!!! No excuses to have a bad birthday--it's not your funeral.There is no such thing as a perfect life. But it's YOURS; so take charge of it, or someone else will be more than happy to do so for you.
Oh for crap sake people, you're not a year older...you are a DAY older on your birthday. One day older than you were the day before, you know, when you were still "29". It's all relative Sarah, it'll only bug you if you let it.
I say, be smart...get that husband to take you somewhere REALLY cool the next weekend, or a month later, to celebrate and "make it up to you". Have bash at 40 if you really need a milestone.
Just a thought.
I say, be smart...get that husband to take you somewhere REALLY cool the next weekend, or a month later, to celebrate and "make it up to you". Have bash at 40 if you really need a milestone.
Just a thought.
This should make you feel better, Sarah: http://men.style.com/details/blogs/th...#
Just remember, women usually hit a sexual stride in their 30s.
We men, meanwhile, typically peak around ... 14 ... in swim class even...
Well, I'm not joking. I'm only halfway into my thirties and, lemme tell ya, they suck proverbial ass. If it gets much worse, I'm moving into a small thatched hut in the desert and letting the birds pick at me until I'm a bloody carcass. I'd give anything to be in my twenties again... That was before I became a mindless cog in this miserable socio-economic machinery we call America. I know everyone pretty much has to say they wouldn't go back, they're happy at their age right now, blah blah blah. Sheer and utter propaganda. Mind you, I don't want to be eleven or an embryo again, but twenty-five is sounding mighty nice. But have a happy birthday anyway, dog-avatar-woman. At least you can still remember the good times.
Oh, for pity's sake, people! Is this not the Haters club? Where can I be bitchy and self-pitying, if not here?Lori, thanks for getting me. I suspect you know exactly how I feel.
Amanda, I'm kind of tired of being responsible for my own happiness. Why can't someone else try to make me happy for once in my life? I'm tired of planning my own birthdays. It's kind of pathetic, isn't it, to have to throw yourself a party? Shouldn't my friends and family want to do that for me out of love? And even if I did throw myself a party this year, no one would come. You saw the part where I said that everyone has other plans, right?
King, Tracy, Amy, Donald... I don't buy it. When I was 25 I thought turning 30 would be no big deal. Boy was I wrong.
Kirk, thanks for reminding me that I've yet to hit my sexual peak and that my husband is 25 years past his. That should make for a fabulous marriage! Yay. I feel so much better now.
Now, where did I put that double fudge cupcake?
EDIT: Because I didn't see David's post. Thank you. Now, see, that's exactly what I want right now! Someone to kvetch and bitch right along with me. Misery loves company.
Donald, wow... 42... How does it feel to be demographically irrelevant? (Just wonderin'.)
I'd go back to somewhere in 3rd grade if we got "do-overs"! I know, everyone says that they wouldn't ever want to do their teens again, but I'd do it all over...all of it!
Ha! Yes, I am with my arch-nemesis David on this one. Welcome to your 30s, I hope you are in a committed relationship because you are now officially too old for a man your own age.Unlike David though, I would turn the clock all the way back to age 11, well really 17 was pretty kick ass but if this were your 11th birthday party then we'd be talking good times. Your best friend would live 2500 feet away, as opposed to miles, all party-goers would be vying for the seat next to yours. You would get the piece of cake with the flower, or your name, or whatever. Then bring on the presents! Games, nerf balls, rubix cubes--mounds of useless crap! And then, lace up those skates!
Sarah, I understand that it's nice to have other people do nice things for you--sorry for being unsympathetic in that respect. I hesitate to tell you this, but when I first read your post, I wished that I knew your husband so I could tell him to grow some balls, quit the play, and treat his woman like she ought to be treated. But since I do not know your husband, or YOU for that matter, I kept my trap shut. Until now. So please do not take offense--I only mean that you deserve to be honored the way you want to be honored, and I think choosing community theatre over your life partner is kind of a bitch ass thing to do.I still stand by my original post though--make your own life.
Shelley's games reminded me of one we played in the late 70s: Jarts! Anybody remember those? Basically a combination of supersized darts and horseshoes. Only it was probably not a good idea to give boys what amounted to forearm-lengthed spear---we spent a lot of time Jarting each other instead of the target in the ground.I'm with Tracy on the twenties---except for having my tyke as a sidekick back then, I wouldn't go back. The best part of hitting forty: the student loans are finally paid for.
No, I totally agree. Unfortunately it's extremely unprofessional to quit once you've accepted the part and he's the president of the board so it would look even worse if he did it. He did ask me before auditioning, but I did not realize that the show ran as long as it does. I didn't check the dates, so it's partly my fault. Sadly, my life is quite frequently put on hold because of one show or another. I'm a freakin' theatre widow. If it was just his play that conflicted, I'd throw a party anyway and he'd just be late. But since half of my pals are going on a cruise, and these are my party-friends, it seems kind of dumb to throw a big party without them.
KING: We disagree yet again today...
I feel really sorry for people who don't realize their lives are over at 30. Delusional freaks.
DONNIE: Old age makes you grouchy, eh? I wish I had a super-top-friend check mark for you... I don't want to miss any of your insults, compadre.
TRACY: You are right about that. If you have to be old, you might as well not be a fat ass, too. (This is a totally separate topic but... "I HATE... it when people say they can't lose weight." Uh, hello. Eat less, exercise, throw up, take heroin, whatever you need to do, folks.)
I feel really sorry for people who don't realize their lives are over at 30. Delusional freaks.
DONNIE: Old age makes you grouchy, eh? I wish I had a super-top-friend check mark for you... I don't want to miss any of your insults, compadre.
TRACY: You are right about that. If you have to be old, you might as well not be a fat ass, too. (This is a totally separate topic but... "I HATE... it when people say they can't lose weight." Uh, hello. Eat less, exercise, throw up, take heroin, whatever you need to do, folks.)
S--I take back comment #22. Now I'm the one being a bitch-ass.
Is that a question or a request, King? Inertia is a powerful thing, my friend.
There are no understudies in community theatre.
Size doesn't matter, King. It's the girth of those first thirty years, not the length of the latter drooling, bediapered years. Or something like that.
I hear that your 40s are better than your 30s.I'm seriously hoping that's the case because my 30s have been quite trying.
they look good to me Tracy
Yeah, it's always some lady with her face stretched like a rubber band telling you that life begins at 40. Don't you believe it. Death begins at 40. The slow way. The "Will there be any money for my retirement" way.
No, Tracy, they changed it so that it takes you to the page with the first unread post.
yeah Tracy, these threads are fucked up.I don't think my life is over, just the fun part.
And yeah,in your 20s you think you know everything and then later realize what a dumbass you were--as opposed to in your 30s where you know you don't know everything and are fully aware of what a dumbass you are. Hooray!
I'm in my thirties, and I think life is pretty good. I can't even remember what I did on my thirtieth birthday. (I guess this might be where the memory loss sets in.)
Yeah, it's always some lady with her face stretched like a rubber band telling you that life begins at 40shit David, I think you're right... it was someone like that that told me such.
I'm so screwed.
I miss 25, I'm sorry, I know I should be all 'look to the future' and such.
But from 18-25 you kinda feel like you own the world and the world owes you. I miss that power. Now I'm just jaded and tired.
mine doesn't take me to the first page with the unread post, it take me to the middle of the thread then I have to hit 'previous' to go to the newest post. crazy!!!
Tracy, a lot of people requested it (including me). It got old having to try and find the place where you left off in a busy thread. It'll take some getting used to, but I think it's a good change.Now, if only Otis will allow me to place the books in my to-read shelf in the order in which I want to read them, I'll be one happy Goodreader. Except for the turning 30 part. But I have a couple of months left to be pissed off about that. No sense in blowing the whole wad right now. Heh.
I think all you people are just too damn old to know how to work a computer! If you were 25, none of this would be happening...
yes David. also, i hate change. i'm too old for that shit.
Well, the way it's supposed to work is that it's supposed to take you to where you left off. But it doesn't seem to be working right. But the folders didn't work right when they first implemented them, either, so hopefully they'll fix it.
yeah, and then when you comment you have to scroll to the bottom and then scroll back up to the top. my arthritis! and now the comments are numbered backwards too. jeepers!
My comments aren't numbered backwards. Did you hit the "date" thing at the top to put them in reverse order?
Oh, who knows... Maybe by the time I'm 40, I'll be as delusional as the rest of you freaks. I doubt it. But I love all of (most of) you dearly, no matter how duped or in denial!
ok sarah- i hit the date thing and now everything is back to normal. thanks! i'm not seeing last comment first anymore though.
Damnit, Sarah, didn't you see the part where I took back my understudy comment? Now I un-take-it-back. There are too understudies in community theatre. Especially if the production is several months away and the person needing the night off is on the board. You forget that I am a theatre person, too. You can't fool me.
Well, there aren't understudies in any of the 5 community theatres I've worked with. Maybe they do it differently in Sacramento.
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My one consolation was that I was going to throw a hell of a 30th birthday party. If I had to turn 30, I was going to do it in style.
Well, that idea is now shot all to hell. My husband, who, like me, is involved in community theatre, just accepted a role in a show that will be running during my birthday. So he'll have shows that whole weekend, including the night of my birthday. I just found out that half of my friends are going to be on a cruise that weekend. My best friend lives, like, 2500 miles away.
And, yeah, I could have a party or something on a different weekend, but this is like the one birthday I actually wanted to celebrate ON the day. So, basically, that weekend is going to really suck.
I also saw this thing on CNN tonight about a family who's going through hell - the mother was in a horrible car accident and has severe brain damage, the father has prostate cancer, one of the sons just died in Iraq, and Wal-Mart (the mother's employer) is taking half the settlement money to reimburse medical fees they paid on her behalf. And I really hate that I'm so blessed in comparison to that family, and here I am feeling sorry for myself because I can't have a birthday party.