Usually, midlife crises occur during one’s 40s. However, for me, well, I think I’m going through my midlife crisis right now. I’m not sure, but I think that this is what a midlife crisis feels like. I’ll probably go through two or three in my lifetime due to my serious case of indecisiveness.
Being in your first year of university and living at home is quite unusual, at least for me. Frosh was great, fun and games, but then the sudden realization of another three years of lectures and tutorials hit me. It’s not even the fact that I’m already tired of school: it’s the fact that I pretty much am lonely and incapable of pretending that I like being alone.
My best friends ALL have boyfriends. And me? I’m one of those single ladies Beyonce sings about. I think this midlife crisis that is circulating around my loneliness drags me to have no emotion towards all the exciting things in university, like older boys in the library and cool ’90s parties.
I’m sure I’m not the only human being that goes through this vicious cycle of falling in like. It usually goes something like this: I see a boy I like, I get their number, we talk a little, then he talks too much, or too little, and then I see him more, and see way too much (little things start annoying me, like his super calendar-planned dates. Just surprise me already!) and then, finally, I just stop liking him. Just like that! Poof! As if I never got butterflies in my stomach or was dying for him to text back after 30 minutes (okay, I’m not always that impatient).
At this point, he’ll try and text me and I’m super annoyed. I’m sure he’s a nice guy and all, and really wants to take me for a cute dinner date, but, that won’t be happening. I always think about the quote “It’s not you, it’s me.” That quote really describes me and just screams out the words of my twisted soul. I don’t know why I don’t like you, I just don’t.
Because certainly there was something that you did or said, or maybe the way your hair looked so absolutely gorgeous that day on the streetcar that grabbed my attention, but now…I’m just sorry. Sorry for starting to talk to you and give you any sort of misleading hint that I actually like you. But not actually, ’cause it’s not even my fault. My feelings are flawed and confused, blame them.
If I could try and like you, I would, I really would. I mean, who doesn’t want a boyfriend? Despite how much we say we like being independent, we still would love to share a straw in a milkshake with someone special. Not to mention those utterly cheesy good morning text messages (those really make my day). We like those funny memes you send and the way you have 20 different plaid shirts that all look the same.
So I have this sudden realization that I just want to flee to Australia and focus on things like “Woah, this place is beautiful” or “Holy crap, that’s a kangaroo” or better yet “YOUR ACCENT IS SO COOL, CAN YOU SAY THAT AGAIN?”
There’s a certain feeling that comes along with being somewhere you’ve never been before that can take over all the worries in the world. Usually getting lost is considered to be a bad thing, but in many circumstances I think it could benefit you more than any other thing in the world. I think it takes getting lost to become found.
BUT, Australia may not be the most realistic escape from this strange life, so in case you’re in the same boat as me, consider some of the following options (they all kick butt)
1. Watch these must see movies if you haven’t already. They may not be Oscar winning, but I promise you’ll get a good laugh. Wonderful millennium fashion:
Almost Famous, The Virgin Suicides, The Outsiders, Sixteen Candles, Drive Me Crazy, Crossroads, The Princess Diaries.
2. Start that old hobby of yours, whether it’s painting with watercolours or photography. It’s quite the thought escaper.
3. Go to a random concert. A lot of us just go to familiar shows, but why not dive into a genre we’ve never heard of?
4. Change up your hair! Get a haircut, dye, whatever. It’s definitely something to feel good about.
5. Pamper yourself! Go on a little shopping spree, paint your nails, whatever you like.
6. Explore new food. Search up some locals with good ratings and indulge.
Whatever you do, do something that makes you happy, and if you get to go to Australia, I’m jealous.