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Although Wikipedia does not have an entry for a one-third life crisis, they do have a definition for the quarter life crisis. As I am now in my 30's (my heart skips a little even as I type that), I think a more apt description would be a third-life crisis, as I do not anticipate to live to be 120. It would be nice to get that letter from the Queen though, if I turn 100. Anyway, back to the point. I don't anticipate to live to 90 either (the way I eat those Kettle chips and McDonalds fries with the McChicken sauce I highly doubt I will live until 90), but I'll just say third-life crisis from now on haha.
Keeping Up with the Jones'
I must say that I have been pretty reasonable in avoiding the tendency to keep up with the Jones' (I don't drive a fancy car, my most expensive purse is a $230 purse from Roots versus a $1000+ Louis Vuitton or Chanel purse, and I don't live in a home that is more than I can afford). However, I haven't been able to avoid the idea of trying not to Keep up with the Jones' in a ‘life stage'/ societal expectation sense.
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Everyone is Getting Married
Everyone around me is getting married or are married or are engaged. Seeing engagement pictures (yes, I went back on Facebook haha) and wedding photos of everyone else is starting to get nauseating. One of my guy friends who I have known since I was 8 is planning to propose to his girlfriend of a few years. I never thought he would be one of the first guys in our high school friends group to get a ring and get married. I think learning about this has prompted me to really think about myself and what my situation currently is.
To be honest, I just can't imagine myself in these aforementioned engagement and wedding photos- and I'm not sure why. Also, it doesn't help that I will have attended at least four weddings this year. As long as it is not four weddings and a funeral.
Everyone is Popping out Babies
Everyone is having babies too. I would rather see baby pictures than wedding pictures. Babies are cute. However, please do not post baby pictures on a daily basis. Please do not post regular updates about your child because I do not need to know that your child has had their first potty training session.
Fear and Escapism
I admit, I miss the early responsibility-free care-free days of my early and mid-twenties. I am not enjoying the societal expectations and pressures so far in my 30's but I do enjoy the experiences I have gained in the last 10 years. I do enjoy the memories I have created. I do enjoy how I feel absolutely comfortable in my own skin and I don't really care what other people think anymore about how I look, how I dress, or what I do (except for the expectation part about my relationships, when I am going to get married, or pop out babies of course). Being 30 is pretty awesome because I feel absolutely confident in my own skin.
I guess I didn't think I would be where I am today? If that makes sense. I am happy with my career, I am happy with my financial situation so far, but I guess societal expectation wise, I feel I am a bit behind in terms of my relationship. I guess a few years ago, I thought I was “set”. I had the house. I had the long term boyfriend. Life just sort of tosses you around a bit. I guess we can't have it all. Life would be too easy then, wouldn't it be.
Maybe I am not really ready for the “next step”. I would rather escape the pressures of society and travel around the world, living like a vagabond at hostels for $6 a night. Am I being a Peter Pan? I don't think I am transitioning well.
There must be something wrong with me, haha. Maybe I am meant to be an old miserly woman with 3 dogs I stroll around in a baby stroller.
Readers, how did/do you feel about this next stage in life?
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