Quarter Life Crisis
October 30th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Call me naive, but I never really pictured myself to be where I am at this point in time- tired, confused and mostly pretty frustrated with the way things have panned out over the last three years or so. I don’t tell a lie, I’m proud of the way I have handled things so far but I really would like to pull the handbrakes on this runaway train my life has turned out to be and just hide sit in a corner, take a deep breath and feel sorry for myself.
No time for that, No sir-ee.
My only driving force in my career at present is regret. Nope, none of that doe-eyed hope I used to have growing up. I’m not that little boy any more- determined and focused every step of the way to The Dream. I go to work praying really hard I can go through another day without cocking up and come home from work worried that I have cocked up. Every. Day.
At 24 and some 360-odd days *yes yes, big hint dropped here*, I’ll drop everything for Sustained Employment.
Oh yes, then there’s the constant begging question that everybody I know seem to be so obsessed with asking, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
No.
“Oh. Looking for one?”
Nope.
“Oh, why not?”
(Short answer) I’m happy being single.
(Long answer) Well, it’s like this. Every girl I’ve ever been interested in in the last three or four years have basically labeled me a “Nice Guy“, which is basically Generation-Y female speak for obtuse (Classy, much?). To be honest, I’m comfortable with who I am at present but I give waiting up on womankind to actually practice what they preach when it comes to “Not being so superficial” (Cue my Apostrophe Fingers) and take me as I am- a decent person who will quite happily give what it takes to make a woman feel loved and all that bullshit. Maybe if I took care of my complexion a little and earned a larger wage they’ll take notice, but it’s too late for any of that.
The less politically incorrect version usually is “Oh, I have to sort out my career rut before I can think about sharing a future with someone”.
I’m happier being single because I don’t have to give a gnat’s tooth about how I should try to fit in another person into my already pretty packed daily schedule or pull out my empathetic face and sit there watching her agonize over whatever it is that she needs to tell me because we’re in an exclusive romantic relationship or that she thinks I’m as wise as I’ve tried to make myself out to be when I courted her (alright alright, that one has never happened).
Oh yeah, and everyone seems to have been in said exclusive romantic relationships for yonks and are just waiting to drop on a knee with ring in hand or squeal and say “Yes!”
I suppose other kids my age have heavier things to deal with but hey, this is my life. I probably should look into what everyone else my age seem to be doing- Twitter.
