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Friday, September 09, 2005
The Quarter Life-Crisis Syndrom
They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you
stop going along
with the crowd and start realizing that there are
many things about
yourself that you didn't know and may not like.
You start feeling
insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or
two, but then get
scared because you barely know where you are
now.



You start realizing that people are selfish and that,
maybe,
those friends that you thought you were so close
to aren't exactly the
greatest people you have ever met, and the people
you have lost
touch with are some of the most important ones.
What you don't recognize
is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really
cold, catty, mean or
insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to
what you thought you
would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job
and realizing that
you are going to have to start at the bottom and
that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what
others are doing and
find yourself judging more than usual because
suddenly you realize
that you have certain boundaries in your life and
are constantly adding
things to your list of what is acceptable and what
isn't.

One minute, you are insecure and then the next,
secure. You laugh
and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel
alone and scared
and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and
you try and cling on
to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the
past is drifting
further and further away, and there is nothing to do
but stay where you
are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how
someone you loved could do
such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and
wonder why you can't meet
anyone decent enough that you want to get to
know better. Or maybe you
love someone but love someone else too and
cannot figure out why you
are doing this because you know that you aren't a
bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to
look cheap.
Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to
look pathetic. You go
through
the same emotions and questions over and over,
and talk with your
friends about the same topics because you cannot
seem to make a
decision.

You worry about loans, money, the future and
making a life for
yourself... ..and while winning the race would be
great, right
now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading
this relates to it.
We are in our best of times and our worst of times,
trying as hard
as we can to figure this whole thing out.
Back


remark: think about it...
as for me it's partially true...it's happening in my life...
come to think about it...i am in the quarter-life age...
i previously thought i've grown wiser...
*sigh*
posted by RaNdoMHEarTsOfArMylla @ 9/09/2005 03:16:00 AM 

2 Comments:

Blogger Farhana said...

spam babi. aku pun kene jugak.
Anyway this quarter-life crisis ni is exactly true. Especially this part

One night stands and random hook ups start to
look cheap.
Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to
look pathetic. You go
through
the same emotions and questions over and over,
and talk with your
friends about the same topics because you cannot
seem to make a
decision.

Sat Sep 10, 07:27:00 PM  
Blogger RaNdoMHEarTsOfArMylla said...

hahaha..what does quarter life crisis had to do with commercial hydroponics anyways (shitty spams!)...

yun says it might be spreaded to blogs that are written in english...now since when did spams have a mind of its own?

let me quote the truest part...

"you barely know where you are now"

"wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better"

"You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself"

"What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it."

now while we're thinking of the remedy to these sydnrome...
as we speak...there comes the MID-LIFE crisis next on the row..
*sigh*

Sat Sep 10, 07:46:00 PM  

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