Growing old like never before

A couple of months ago, i didn't give a damn (or dime) about who said what about me. Online or offline. I was merrily being the patron saint of ignorance as i took immense pride in overlooking a lot of things. Mentions on Twitter used to be least of my concerns. I never stooped to explain anything i wrote or post or meant or didn't. I just went around my business doing what i felt like. But i think i'm changing now. Side effects of aging, if you may. I've started to give a shit about what others think not only about me but also about what i think. And this change is more evident on the web. One of the first symptoms was opening up my DM to public. On top of that, i've been replying consistently to whoever sends me a private message. I've always accepted friend requests on FB (provided the concerned profile had a DP of a human face) so that was there. Of late, i've also started replying (not consistently though) on Instagram and Snapchat as well. I don't see myself replying on Twitter but there's a catch there too. All of a sudden, online views have begun to affect me. Which is strange because i don't remember ever writing a mail to a troll before explaining to him how his blind hatred has nothing to do with me. Similarly, i don't remember asking anyone to "Let's move to WhatsApp" the way i did very recently. It used to be the other way: People asking me for my number and whatnot. Maybe this has something to do with the fact that i'm approaching 30 which means, if i were to live for 50 years, more than half my life is already spent. Why the so-called detachment then? I guess i'm putting the aging in engaging like never before. 

PS: No, i'm not replying to comments on my blog posts anytime soon because nobody reads my blog in the first place.