Psst - want to know a secret?

[kyburg]

Just because I've been there and done it already -

Ladies.

You know how they make fun of middle-aged men in their late 50's having "mid-life crises?" Acting strange, wandering around in a daze, doing strange shit out of character, asking themselves the meaning of life and so forth?

We make fun of them because we already did it.

Most women have their mid-lifes at about 27 or so. Just around turning 30.

We realize that we haven't outgrown anything in ten years, we're not going to change much more (maybe gain weight) physically and ohmighad, we're done with school - now what?! You flop around a bit, do a lot of soul-searching, reassess relationships you might (or might not) be in....think about having kids....think about it harder and worry more about it. Wonder if this is all there is.

Most people think this is just fine in your twenties. I'd have to agree. My last big, debilitating depressive episode was at 27. I haven't had one since, and up to then, I'd had one about every 10 years since age 8. But I was right on schedule at 27, it seems. Most of the women I know went through this - and it's quite useful, really.

And it sucked, truthfully. You want to cast some things in stone, and dammit if they won't go. Who am I? Where am I going? What's going to happen to me? WTF, I am really going to get old someday...damn! I gotta get going. So a lot of women tend to make big changes.

One lady I knew had left her order as a nun; at 29 she decided it wasn't what she had been called to do at 17. She had joined another order within 5 years, but you note the age.

So many of my friends married at this age. The ones that had married younger were now divorcing. The men were clueless as to why. Changing jobs, changing careers...the list goes on. But the women get this out of their system by 35 or so.

Men? They get to 57 or so, check the mirror and go "WTF?! I'm OLD! SHIT!" And go nuts.

It's the estrogen. Or something.

And men wonder why we always have a burr up our arses.

Comments

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

Hee. It was the idea that I *might* seriously consider suicide that kept me on the edge - no, I never tried it, but the very idea that would seriously consider it was scary enough.

That was miserable. That was when I was under 90 lbs, as tall as I am now (and weighing in over 160, I think....) -

You sound like my late husband - he was into that stuff too. *grins*