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Well, It's my birthday. I've hit 30 on the speedometer of life.

I don't feel different, even though I was dreading it.
I don't act different, by now I should be mature.
I don't look different, well, that's too subjective.

I don't think I'm 30... I certainly don't look it. Perhaps, women will take me seriously when I tell them I'm 30, but look like I'm in my early twenties.