My 9/25ths life crisis

The other day somebody brought to my attention that I couldn't possibly be having a mid life crisis unless I expect to perish at the untimely age of sixty.  (Admittedly, math has never been my strong suit.)  Seeing as I definitely don't plan on checking out at sixty, I began to wonder just how to categorize my current state of existential unease.  It begs for a name, you see, and yet I don't have the foggiest idea what to call it. 

I was going to have to do some math.  If I expect to live to my mid eighties, say, then my true mid life crisis will come in exactly 12.5 years, when I'm 42.5 years old.  So in the summer of 2021, I will plan on having myself a proper, respectable mid life crisis.  Hooray!  What to do in the meantime, though?

I can't accurately label this a quarter life crisis unless I plan on living to be 120.  Furthermore, my calculations tell me that my quarter life crisis has already come and gone, and happened when I was 21.25 years old.  Looking back on my earliest twenties, this certainly seems about right.

If I wanted to call this a 1/3rds life crisis then I should have done so back in 2007, when I turned twenty-eight.  (Why am I always late for everything?)  And my 2/5ths life crisis won't arrive for another four years.

So it's not a mid, and it's definitely not a quarter; hell, it's not even a one thirds!  So what the eff is it?

Hubby figures I am 35% done living.  He says that's about  9/25ths.  But a 9/25ths life crisis doesn't sound very exciting, does it?  It sort of just makes me sound mental.

I suppose what I'm feeling these days just can't be pigeonholed.  

When I first met my husband, he introduced me to his favorite punk band, NOFX.  We even went to see them in concert a few times.  (Picture the Odd Broad in a mosh pit!)  This afternoon I found myself distracted from my maniacal cleaning frenzy by a NOFX reality series airing on the Fuse channel.  Before I knew it, a song popped into my head, the Theme From A NOFX Album.  The lyrics revolve around the fact that the guys are all over thirty, and doing just fine.  Granted, when the song came out back in 2000 I really didn't give two craps about turning thirty.  (Because I was twenty-one then, and enjoying my quarter life crisis.)

And with that, my 9/25ths began to dissipate.  Once again, punk rock saves the day.  And so, Dear Reader, I leave you with a song...

Comments

[Jenna]

Stop with the crisis already....this too shall pass. I like the song...very catchy.

[tam]

i think its ok to have a crisis at any moment in our life.
maybe what you need is to spice life up a bit. total 180 and see what happens. make a major life change, i mean MAJOR, and see what happens. is there something you need or something you WANT. do you love your job or are you just there for the paycheck.
to me it sounds like you have it all. and you are truly lucky to have such a wonderful partner in life.
somethings when i worry about what i dont have, i start to thank god for all the things and people in my life i DO have. and i have alot

[the odd broad]

Thanks Tam. xoxo

[Weinerdog]

Wein, just be. Remember you are a succulent wild woman.

[Amy]

Maybe what you're missing is a career in mathematics.

[Marc]

"Seeing as I definitely don't plan on checking out at sixty" - As a comitted consumer of cheap horoscope scrolls, you of all people have the inside track on the metaphysical over/under on your moment of no-longer.

"It sort of just makes me sound mental." - And to anyone who has known Odd Broad for any length of time, that sounds about as close to perfect as is it gets.

[Marc]

captcha letter decoding to post? Seriously?

[the odd broad]

I know, the letter decoding thing's a pain, but it's the only way to prevent spammers! I'll see if I can change it...