One day you just wake up & realize that everything you thought was recent actually happened more than a decade ago because the bulk of your daily life has been classified as "not worth committing to memory" for ten years.
The realization feels similarly shocking the next day and the day after, because this realization is also "not worth remembering", and you're not sure how many years it's been since you started noticing it daily.
That's what being 30 is like for me thus far.
Une instance se voulant accueillante pour les personnes queers, féministes et anarchistes ainsi que pour leurs sympathisant·e·s. Nous sommes principalement francophones, mais vous êtes les bienvenu·e·s quelque soit votre langue.