Did the title sounded like a statement from one of Sesame Street’s Muppet characters, Count von Count (Count Dracula)? Imagine him saying “ME and the number 30… AH AH AH AH AH!” as thunder roars overhead and lightning flash. We all know that he has an obsessive love for counting (arithmomania) that according to him, “When I’m alone, I count myself. One count!” (so funny!) Unfortunately, if Count Dracula enjoys relating himself with numbers, I don’t! 

Let me start whining…

I have this fear of reaching 30. A month from now I’ll be celebrating my birthday and I keep on denying to myself that I’ll be ending my exciting 20s saga. Well, first and foremost I don’t feel like it. When people would ask how old I am, saying 30 is like admitting that my waistline is getting bigger, my skin starts sagging, my bones are becoming brittle and that my closet is filling-up with loose flowery blouses instead of polo shirt. (Geeezzz!) I know most of you will say, “Really? You’re already 30? You don’t look like it!” (You look like 29 years and 11 months old.. haha!) but then again it is something I have to deal with every time I complete my personal information. You have to agree with me that when you write 30 in the age field, its somewhat closer to 35 than 29. See the point?

Oh my! When reality bites, it makes sure that you feel every little inch of thrust it creates. (Please don’t be inspired on how I make a big deal out of something I have no control of, I love punishing myself… haha!)

Second reason is that for me being 30 brings bigger responsibility and expectations. I don’t have any reason at all to stay immature and act childish. (I can’t stand the thought!) I imagine myself in executive dress, prim and proper (which by the way I should have been at least 5 years ago), with complete cosmetics on and very poised. (Brrrr….)

Anyway, career and relationship wise, I guess I have been balancing them quite well. I have reached what I have set for myself before I reach 30. So far, I am contented as to where I am, how I look and what keeps me busy. So what’s this fuss all about? It’s just that I am not yet ready to leave the young generation. I know friends who reached 30 ahead of me would hate me for this. Don’t worry guys, I don’t see you that way. This is all about ME and the number 30… AH AH AH AH AH!