Yes, it’s weird…  there just doesn’t seem to be anything quite as depressing as turning thirty.

It just seems to be the depressing end of all that childhood/teenage/early adulthood.

It’s like hitting a brick wall at 60KpH slowing down long enough for the universe to give you a huge lecture on “Now that you are Thirty you need to actually BE the adult, not just play an Adult” whilst your body is slowly sieved through the molecules of said brick wall.  The realisation that now I’m really meant to have a clue in life…  even a goal or at least some idea of where I’m heading.  But no, my future is now just as blank as it was yesterday.

What will the future hold for me?  Will I at least have a wife and a home by the time I’m Forty?