A while back, I was talking to a friend, asking about his weekend. He told me that is was only okay because his Dungeon Master was out of town and his Dungeons and Dragons game had been canceled, so he just played video games all day instead. I had to laugh. What kind of thirty-something would say this? But then I thought, ‘what am I doing that’s so much more “thirty” than him?’ What a snob!
I feel bad that I judged him, like some sort of thirty-year-old elitist, just because I have a blog. And now that I think of it, going grocery shopping and then picking up a furnace filter sounds a lot older than thirty, compared to having a laugh with a bunch of friends.
Strangely, I actually like grocery shopping. It’s fun to search for deals and it’s great to come home and see all the pretty produce in the fridge and imagining the meals I’ll make through the week. I love doing errands at Home Depot and coming home to write my blog. I don’t think I would enjoy Dungeons and Dragons on my Sunday afternoon.
I suppose I can say, “To each his own,” but I think it’s something more. I write all the time about the expectations we have and what society expects of thirty-somethings. It turns out, I’m just as bad and I have my own impressions that have led me to judge.
Of all people, I should have known better!
Being thirty is whatever you want it to be and, as I’ve learned, it’s also partly about fighting the expectations and stereotypes that people have of adulthood. Breaking these associations is important for everyone who thinks that turning thirty is a crisis. When we see that we can still play games and play house the way we have always wanted, we can see there’s nothing to fear.
I guess I’ll just chalk it up to experience points.