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Man…. I’m starting to get that weird flabby thing in my arm. The 20 year olds at this bar don’t have that. There’s a conversation going on next me that involves talk of how many times they have been to “this club” and what your favorite shot lately has been. I will never be that person that says I’m “old” for being 30, but I can say I’m definitely old for this bar. This is not a bad thing, but it brings me back to a more carefree time. A time I cherished my single life to talk my own walk and not have to explain myself the morning after. Your 20’s are a great time to find out who you are and what you want so that when 30 sneaks up on you, you may have a better idea what will make your life the life you desire to live.