source site A few days ago my English teacher pondered upon his slump. He has the job he wants, the family he wants, in short, everything is in order, there is nowhere else to go, nothing else that needs to be done.
here I am not in such a situation. I need to go to college, or rather, first get into college, find someone remarkably close to a young Colin Firth or Richard Gere, rock climb a LOT, and perhaps get a job if I’m feeling up to it after rock climbing (kidding. I want a job. Really badly.).
This has of course not prevented my neuroses from getting the better of me. I have in fact succumbed to a deep, penetrating fear not for my future, but for the steadying of my future and the slump that is bound to come.
Midlife crises are common for mostly men. But I feel like I am getting one much earlier and much differently. Instead of feeling the sudden, desperate urge to buy a motorcycle, I am feeling the sudden urge to just let my life transport me through the next 30 years, just in time for me to get my actual midlife crisis.
Or this is just my senioritis and extreme procrastination kicking in. Who could ever know?