20Something and Surviving

definition of a mid-life crisis

I sometimes wonder if it’s all really worth it. Love that is.

Why do we humans pit ourselves through such complicated mating rituals? Can’t we just take our cue from the animals? Meet, sniff, copulate then go about your own business. A bit over simplified but you get my drift…

So why the sudden case of the blues? I don’t know. I think I’m going through what I call a “silent depression”. I commented on this to a so-called friend of mine and she scoffed saying I was too young to be going through a mid life crisis.

I pondered over this after a few lagers and it came to me that she just might be right. Things are always a bit clearer after a few lagers. Not the too young part but the mid life crisis. All the symptoms are there. The randyness, the delusion of attractiveness and style, the imaginary receding hairline and the drive to be engaging in coital passions with more than one person.

I’m not looking for a relationship. I feel stifled in the one I am in now. No- not stifled. Bored. I’m looking for ways to get out but I don’t know if I want to.

I don’t think it’s a mid life crisis because if you look at it the only thing that determines a mid life crisis is age. Take that out and such behaviour can be viewed as normal.
That’s what I think.

That’s just me. Leez.

April 24, 2008 Posted by | boredom, crap, hair lines, love, mid life crisis | 2 Comments