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November 25, 2003Mid-Midlife Crisis(Ed. Note: As I am experiencing some kind of writer's block, I've asked Erin to step in and guest write for a while. For all of you who have suggested I just let her take over the site, you wish is granted...for now. Enjoy!) I read an article recently concerning people between the ages of 22 and 27 who are experiencing something similar to a midlife crisis. This, they obviously referred to as the mid-midlife crisis. Being 22 years old, I think I'm hitting mine. Here I sit having graduated in May after four rigorous years in college, studying, being extremely active in my sorority as pledge director and vice president as well as heading various groups, I attended football games, worked at the newspaper for a year and a bar for my senior year. In fact, it was typical of me to leave my sorority house at 9 am and not return until 2 am after the bar closed. This was the norm. It wore me out, beat me up, chewed me up and spit me out... I loved it. Not to mention the dating. My boyfriends RARELY lasted longer then 3 months, why the hell bother having them last longer. In fact, the deciding factor in choosing the University of Illinois was that the percent of male enrollment was at a whopping 60%. So the boyfriend says, "Baby I think, I’m going out tonight with the boys.” I’d respond, “Yeah me too.” And never call them again cause I had found something a little cuter while we were separated for one night. Hey, this was college life and I lived it to its fullest. So here I am, my brand new apartment in Georgia, working 8-5 answering phones and not pulling in enough money to do anything. I went from doing something intelligent everyday to this blah, fluorescent-lit room with no windows. I think I’ve lost more brain cells in my four or five months here then all the years of drinking and smoking the doobie. Well, you might be asking about my dating situation? It’s going pretty well actually; considerably better then what I had originally thought. Apparently it’s not too hard for a 22 year-old redhead to get hit on at the bars. Unfortunately, it’s usually not by anybody that REALLY suits my interest, but there have been a few that have made my water bubble. Thank God I have some interest otherwise I’d probably revert to the same philosophy on men as a thirty-something year old woman who hears her biological clock ticking: “Beggars can’t be choosers.” You want to know what it comes down to? Sheer and utter boredom. Every inch of my body hopes not to end up like my mom and dad, sitting on the couch bickering over which channel to watch. Hey at least they have that, me I sit there wrestling with myself over whether to watch Saved By the Bell or MacGyver on my lunch break. I am BORED. That’s the meaning of my mid-midlife crisis. Sure I can still party every night, but then I get to eat less meals that month. I’m not saying reality sucks, I’m just saying I need to be able to exert my spontaneity, scream at the top of my lungs, dance on the bar (more then just once a week) and get naked more then once a month. I still do achieve a lot of craziness and am actually referred to by the following names at work: Crazy Lady, Hot Shot, and The Hoodlum. So I know my life is good, but I desire CRAZINESS!!! Anybody got any ideas how to cure me? Other then crazy sex tapes, Paris Hilton style (just helping Adam get more hits)? My only idea right now is to sell my graduation present (car), buy a Buick for $200 and take off into the sunset. I don’t think this sounds very realistic so other ideas would be great. Are there other crazies out there too, yearning for their mid-midlife crisis to be lifted? Let me know, I’m up for it!! Comments
I once was were you are, new out of college, first job sucks. Walk, run, get the hell outta there, you know you're not gonna stay. Get out, what now money, me too, but I told 'em, I didn't go to college for this. Now 42 years later, I thank God every day I walked. If you had the perservance to finish college, you have the stuff to enjoy your life, work and play. WALK, WALK, RUN, DON'T LOOK BACK. Blog again and let us know... Posted by: DAVID at November 25, 2003 12:32 PMIt's a lot of fun to buy a crappy car and drive off into the sunset. But it's hell on your credit when you want nice things down the road. Why don't you just have sugardaddy take care of you? Posted by: TheYeti at November 25, 2003 02:28 PMIn light of this piece, I have been looking into other options, it makes me feel even more energetic than my ADHD personality can handle when I read such things as David has written. I think this was that breath you breath in deep and exhale before you run the marathon. As for the Yeti: Whoa Adam...I did not expect this post out of you. I'm impressed; somehow I missed that wild streak. I think of it all the time. But once you have family and roots in a town, it's damn near impossible. YOU can do it. I double-dog dare you. Posted by: Key at November 25, 2003 09:06 PMNow I am really confused. No, Ang, I didn't write it, but in a lot of ways I wish I had written it. Fortunately, I'm in a position that I could make the jump if I could figure out how to do it exactly. Biggest problem-- fundage. *puts on thinking cap to 'work' the problem* Posted by: Adam at November 26, 2003 08:31 AMi think my friend Adam has forgotten about me... :( Posted by: h at November 26, 2003 09:59 AMMy apologies, Adam. I won't skip the editor's note next time. Sure. Of course you're capable of exercising a wild hair or two. Did I imply differently? ; ) Posted by: Key at November 26, 2003 02:05 PMPost a comment
 
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