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At 30, the conclusion is undeniable: I have entered a phase of "becoming a father".<p> There are many examples: I go to flea markets, I've traded student parties for "dinners" with friends, and I have a very busy schedule...</p><p> If this "daddy-ization" is a reality, it makes me realize that I'm caught between two worlds. Even though I go out to dinners one after another, I always end up just as drunk as I was in my twenties, and various recent experiences confirm that I'm currently at a crossroads.</p><p> So it's time to humorously take stock of my love life, my phobia of statue-like men, and my traumas from flute lessons.</p>