i never had a quarterlife crisis. have you heard of this? it's like a new fad or something, where kids get out of college and suddenly realize that the crappy job they got with their basically useless degree, plus the endless rounds of unfullfilling socializing, dishes, and laundry really are their life. well, i skipped that, and it must have been a mistake. it's like everyone else getting the flu, so you take a lot of garlic, echinnachea, and zinc and you avoid it, but a few weeks later it comes along and steamrolls you all the worse. welcome to my disgruntled world...
i'm ashamed to say i think i'm a little jealous of every woman who is just starting out, with their day to be princess still coming, and the world at their feet and basically under control. this is my pre-midlife crisis: maybe a one-thirdlife crisis. you know: where you're just realizing that you're coming up on thirty and you have a little kid and a spouse and of course you love them, but you're irritable about the chaos you dwell in and you haven't done all the big things you thought you would and are starting to wonder if you ever will and at the same time you're just coming to terms, perhaps not too contentedly, with the fact that this really is your life, that the laundry and dishes never end, that time to yourself is the ephemeral luxury of youth, that you will never make quite enough money to cover everything and still have some to save, and that if you are what you do, then you are not who you thought you were all your life up to this point....
i think perhaps i haven't gotten enough sun lately. pass the rum and apple cider.
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