Entry FeedI have some bad news. I am only going to live until 70. How do I know this? Well, I am currently 35, and have realized that I am having a mid-life crisis.
I didn't realize what was happening to me at first. Suddenly, 20 year old men started looking mighty fine (Zac Efron in 17 Again, Rob Pattinson in Twilight). Come on!
Then, I started working out. Bootcamp was the beginning of my, "let's look better" phase. And Hockey. Never had a desire to play hockey before in my life, but then I went and signed up for something that just isn't me.
On top of that, there is the new, longer darker hair, make-up and skin care. Who exactly am I trying to impress?
Finally, the dancing. First ballet, now hip-hop. Really, what am I thinking? I don't have the body, the talent, the flexibility or the rhythm to be a dancer. I should just give up and go watch FAME.
A few days ago, this older, balding, pot-bellied man who thought he was hot-stuff because he drove a Mercedes started trying to talk me up outside a convenience store. Then I realize, OMG! I am like those middle aged men having a mid-life crisis and trying to hit on young girls! (Except I haven't actually run into Zac or Rob so have yet to have the opportunity to hit on them) How pathetic is this?
I brought my case to Husband. He agreed that I was going through something like a midlife crisis. He mentioned that it could last a dozen years or so, and then I could live past 80. Or I can have another one in 25 years.
Does anyone know if there is a cure for mid-life crises? Or am I doomed to get hair extensions and a convertible?