So, aging. Do I feel like almost 32? Grown up? Like a proper adult? Yes and no, because who cares. What does age mean anyways? Too old for this, too young for that, blabla – I simply don’t get the whole concept of giving some stupid numbers the power of making you feel like being ‚wrong‘, of not behaving ‚appropriate‘ or not having reached ‚enough‘. I don’t accept their authority and how they seem to limit personalities and even determine lifes. Do and wear whatever you want, there are no rules, only stereotypes. You do you, that’s it, that’s all.