I'm Having The Weirdest Mid-Life Crisis
I did all the wild partying, so why is my mid-life crisis so friggin' lame?!
You know, I have a friend who is having a mid-life crisis at 50. His mid-life crisis makes sense. He bought a sports car, started carousing with more strippers than usual, and also started being more of a club kid than two years ago.
Okay, so this isn’t THAT big of a change in his life. Basically, the dude just bought a sports car and goes to the go-go bar three days a week instead of two. Somehow, that is a “crisis” in our circles. I don’t quite get it, but it’s become a running gag.
I’m in my mid-30s and I just realized I am having a mid-life crisis and it’s totally different. Compared to my titty bar-loving friend, it’s stupid and lame.
As a person who has partied hard for the past 10 years, partying doesn’t make a mid-life crisis to me.
Sorry to disappoint, but it’s true. While most people having a mid-life crisis tend to be partying it up, my mid-life crisis is not the same. In fact, most people would applaud the weird urges that my mid-life moments are giving me.
Instead of partying it up, my crisis is me being wracked with a simple question of “What if?”
Oh, I hate that question.
Rather than party it up, this stupid question has been making me sore over the path I didn’t take back in the day. If you read my stuff, you might be wondering what that path is. I partied plenty. I have rappers, DJs, porn stars, strippers and more on speed dial.
So, what was that path? An Ivy League degree. .