As those of you who know me in real life are aware, I have been going through an (admittedly stupid) quarter life crisis for the last year or so that has included:
1.me joining a gym
2. me starting an irrational fear of the world ending (usually while I am trying to fall asleep)
3. me actually quiting smoking this time for real again for the first time
4. me giving up dairy, eggs, and about 90% of my previous meat consumption
5. me getting married
6. me buying a house
7. me growing a beard and changing my hair style
With the exception of number 2 on that list, these really are all very good life choices. Generally speaking, I am very happy with the direction my life has been taking. Which begs the question: what is the point of the age “crisis” I have felt hovering above me for the past year or so? How can I all at once feel so good about my life and so scared about the future?
One fact I keep coming back to over and over if the death of a friend several years ago. He was much younger than I am now, but died from sudden and unexpected health complications while on a morning jog. This has been weighing on me as of late and I just can not seem to stop thinking about it.
What if I die at the gym today? Or what if I trip while waiting for the train in the morning and get crushed like that teenager did while riding her bike downtown a few months ago? What if I have a brain aneurysm like my mom’s friend did when I was a kid and never even finish typing this sentence?
I recently found this website called The Age Project where you look at pictures of people, guess their age, and then find out how old they actually are. I find it oddly comforting in the midst of obsessing over my age to realize that the difference between a teenager and a 30 year old can be so undetectable…. go waste some time at the site and let me know what you think….
ps: sorry for being a debbie downer… lift your spirits by watching the video after the jump….