Getting old sucks. Your 30th birthday is a more momentous milestone than it's often given credit for. It's only a few years later, as your knees start to wince before you've even thought of bending them, when you start googling things like 'how to look distinguished' and people you thought were the same age as you start calling you "sir" that you realize the stark truth: you're no longer a youthful hatchling. You're a straight up adult
Unlike turning eighteen and becoming an adult in a strictly legal sense, it's for reals
this time. The 30th birthday is the first birthday where your decades-later birthday is already peaking at you through the window. Any minute now and you're forty.
But it's not all bad. With age comes wisdom. By then, hopefully, you've got most of the required dumbassery out of the way, know what you really
tired... so amazingly tired and need a couple memes that feel your pain.