Set phasers to stun, Life to disintegrate!
So been away a while, done my exams and written my ever so shoddy essays and gotten another year older, and there in lies the problem......
They, whomever they may be, have now started to say that instead of just a ‘midlife crisis’ we can now have quarter-life crisis, a midlife crisis, a three quarter-life crisis and if logic is working in this ‘they’ world a delightful just-before-death crisis, although this may just be death itself. Now I have always thought to myself that I will shuffle off this mortal coil at around thirty-six, something like that so my 1st crisis should have been when I was 9, my 2nd at 18 my 3rd at 27 and my final is rapidly approaching. So lets have a look.
When I was 9 it was errrmmmmm along time ago, 1988 I think, I mean I should know right? What kind of crisis could I have at 9? I’m thinking that a friend moved away, no real problem I’m at school so more friends there, maybe I lost my first girlfriend but even at 9 you must realise that there will be more. Or is the length of the crisis related to your age, so maybe that momentary loss of a friend or the disenchantment of seeing that girl kiss another boy was my first crisis, my first taste of pain that can’t be solved by an aspirin or a little plaster and a hug.
So 18 was in 1997, by all accounts a year of hope, D-ream where telling us things can only get better, the bright rising star of politics, Mr Tony Blair, is going to close the years of rule under the Tories and I am Living the dream of a student at music college in Cambridge, playing gigs and getting high. To tell the truth I don’t really remember that year so no point in going on.
27 so that would be 2008 and i most definitely had a crisis of confidence, i switched jobs, possibly twice and ended up in a lower paid position but in a much better place. I guess this was much longer than the fleeting moment of childhood all those years ago.
And then its to the future and whatever that may hold but supposedly at least this one will have an end! and i’ve got four years till that gets here. it seems to pan out about right.
So thats it my allowance of four crisis set out by ‘They’, increasing in length until there is no longer any length left, but hang on I have had far more crisis than that. We all have, we have all had time where we just wish we could just sleep until it all goes away. How many times can we take a severe bludgeoning of spirit? How many times can we listen to the same melody of melancholy? How many times can we climb the mountain to find that we have reached a false top and that the Boers hold a higher position and are firing down upon us while we lie in uncovered ground?
I’ll tell you. Innumerable. If we fall down we get back up again, no matter how long we have been on the floor. If the music gets to much we stick on a different CD and get on with the boogie. If we are in an unattainable position and all seems hopeless we listen for the bugle to sound the charge of the cavalry as your friend come in the nick of time and get you to the top. Never let anyone tell you how many times you must endure the lows just remember to celebrate the highs. Hold on to friendship, family and the spirit of the human race. Remember that taxi driver who waved goodbye to the fair because you lost your wallet. Remember the kind person who helped you pick up the money you had just dropped getting on the bus and smile. In the words of someone (the name escapes me) “if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one your with”. Smile at everyone and everyone will smile. Most importantly:
DO A LITTLE DANCE, MAKE A LITTLE LOVE AND GET DOWN TONIGHT.
THAT IS ALL.
Back to my angry self next blog i promise. ;)
