Κracus wrote:I'm not sure I like this getting old stuff.
Not to hijack this thread with ramblings about "old" age, but this year I'm going to turn 40 and I'm seriously experiencing restlessness and discomfort with that fact. Maybe it's because the whole world pretty much stood still for the better part of the past three years due to COVID, but I'm feeling like time is just passing by and going without notice. When you're in your twenties you can party hard and be all irresponsible in your life. You can be quirky and odd, wear clothes that firmly put you in whatever expressive sub-culture and be ignorant and dumb in general and no one bats an eye because it's all chalked up to innocent youth and figuring out who you are. When you arrive in your thirties, it's like some responsibilities are bestowed upon you but there's still time for treading off the beaten path. But as you approach your forties and cross into that, it's like, yeah, the party is over, you're expected to be a responsible human being now.
From that point on, whatever you do that's not obviously functional or done for practical reasons suddenly needs to be explained. Especially if it's changing things about yourself. Change the way you dress, how you wear your hair, if you grow or remove facial hair, anything and it isn't met with a fond appreciation of creativity anymore, it's met with the question "why?". Dye your hair blue and people think you're a childish moron. This might sound judgmental, but I have this weird feeling that people around their 40s are turning bland. Bland and boring. Everyone looks and acts the same. Burdened with responsibilities. Am I going to get the kids to soccer practice in time? What to cook for dinner tonight? I need to fold the laundry. It's kind of Plato-esque, but it's like there's this template idea of the perfectly comfortable and practical human being and everyone is sort of slowly converging towards that. People don't express their own unique interest anymore. There's no more devotion and intense passion for anything expressive. I can't even tell if you prefer death metal or ABBA anymore.
I realize I'm describing myself just as well here. And that's my biggest fear: turning into a shapeless, formless, expressionless blob of genericness. The spot in life where I am right now probably pushes myself towards this genericness. I have three kids to take care of, a (nearly full-time) job, bills to pay, yadda yadda. Don't get me wrong, I do lots of things in life I enjoy, but sometimes I long back for the times when I could just go and fuck off doing hilarious stupid shit without any real consequence. Sometimes I literally dream of just putting some clean clothes in a backpack, hopping on my motorcycle and just ride away to be gone for weeks on end. I don't
not enjoy the things I do in life, I just feel slightly sorrowful for how much of the world (my world, at least) seems to expect blandness, greyness and uninterestingness from people. I try and break away from this generic blandness if I can, but it feels like swimming upstream. The social pressure pushes back.
I guess this is what a midlife crisis is about :shrug: