I’m not super into getting older but I do like how nobody asks me to help them move anymore.

Remember when you were a kid, you slept on the couch and without saying anything you found yourself in your bed. Now you sleep in your bed and if you say anything, you end up on the couch.

Welcome to your 40’s: See that kid dressed up like a cop? He is a cop.

I never wanted to become one of those adults who just find the music of the younger generation annoying. Nobody could have guessed that the music was just annoying.

Welcome to your 40s: you get tired from sleeping now.

Welcome to your 40s: that “teenager”over there is actually 27.

Adulting means growing hair in places you’re not supposed to and losing hair in places you don’t want to.

Once you turn 25 years and above, there is no need to set an alarm. Your problems will wake you up by force.

Another fine day ruined by responsibilities.

One day you’re 18 eating pizza for every lunch, then suddenly you’re 30 and eating salad with celery and kale juice.

You know you’re mature when you go to the dentist and you are no longer afraid of pain, but of how much it costs.

Once you start paying rent, every joke stops being funny.

You know you’re getting old when you clean the house to the music you used to go out to.