I turned 30 last month. It wasn't a cathartic experience for me, because I've felt pretty old for the past year. I didn't get depressed or go out binging to prove I can still take it. I just chilled. 30 didn't bother me.
Then yesterday, I got this in the mail:
Now I'm being asked to join the League of the Elderly. You have got to be kidding me.
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Oh! My husband, who just turned 31, gets these, too! He plans to send the form back to enroll and see what they do. :)
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