What is Your Ideal Midlife Crisis?

[Bammer]

Mid life officially starts at 45

Oh. Ok send me that quiz link again in 3 years.

[Bammer]

Ditto. Feels like it won’t hit me until a parent dies then it’ll be full steam ahead.

Interesting. At 42 I am squarely at midlife. And my mom died over 10 years ago.

I wonder if having her die in your early 30s had a different impact than if you were, say, in your mid 40s.

Possibly.

[Higgs]

To the post, here's my plan:

Buy 5 acre property down south. Buy caravan and put on block. Slowly build house and move there over time. Begin life of solitude with wiffey and occasional kid visits. Profit.

[Bammer]

Mrs. Bam got 5%

[Coach]

45 hits hard

[Bammer]

45 hits hard

Meh. I’m confident I’ll still look 35 and won’t be driving a Mazda Miata yet.

[epilogue]

I took that quiz and got a 0%

[epilogue]

45 hits hard

I literally (and this is no joke at all) woke up on my 40th birthday and couldn't walk. I went to bed feeling fine. Woke up and my leg buckled and I couldn't walk. I spent the day icing my knee. No joke.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

I think I'm in one now at 56 or its just stress with too much going on at once...

[bodysnatcher]

I’m gonna move to a town where you just need a golf cart to get around

[epilogue]

I think I'm in one now at 56 or its just stress with too much going on at once...

This is a good reminder that you can't know someone else's shit.

[doug rr]

I’m gonna move to a town where you just need a golf cart to get around

I'm trying to get there..its about 7 miles away

[doug rr]

I think I'm in one now at 56 or its just stress with too much going on at once...

This is a good reminder that you can't know someone else's shit.

my sleep schedule is so fucked up and thats the worst part of it...

[epilogue]

I think I'm in one now at 56 or its just stress with too much going on at once...

This is a good reminder that you can't know someone else's shit.

my sleep schedule is so fucked up and thats the worst part of it...

ugh!

Fucked up sleep schedules are the worst, man. I feel you there.

[Coach]

45 hits hard

Meh. I’m confident I’ll still look 35 and won’t be driving a Mazda Miata yet.

I'm 46 now and most say I look about 35.

At this age, it's more about things slowing down and taking longer.

No longer can I roll out of bed looking good.

I need a shower, shave and to be up for a couple hours before I look presentable lol.