In my first piece for HelloGiggles, I wrote about apprehensions I had ahead of my 30th birthday.
The ’90s are 29 days, 15 hours, and about 58 minutes older than I am—it’s a simple fact that formed the basis of my identity. I love that I was born in 1990; it’s such a nice, stable, even number. Plus, being months older than most of my friends gave me the legal right to say, “Respect your elder” whenever we disagreed.
It was essential to my very being that I helped kick off an entire decade. Though I joke about technically being made in the ’80s, I’ve never been anything other than a ’90s kid. So, for the entirety of 2019, I was preparing for the 30th birthday of the ’90s—and, by extension, my own. But now that the time is here, I’m feeling nothing but panic.
I won’t argue that this is unique. As far as I can tell, every 29-year-old wigs out as their 30th birthday approaches. But, I think my feelings have a certain quality innate to this beloved decade we know as the ’90s. You see, for most people, the decade was all about butterfly clips, Pokémon cards, and the Backstreet Boys vs *NSYNC war (BSB all day, every day!). At the time, that rang true for me as well. But looking back, I can see how things were setting me up to be the anxious adult I am now.
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