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I've hit my forties, and my midlife crisis has manifested itself in old band T-shirts and a desire to go on camper van holidays. How has it hit you, or - if you are still a youngling - your elders?

(, Thu 2 May 2013, 10:55)
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Fending off a mid-life crisis
When I turned 35, I was having a weird time and spending a lot of time on my own. Just meditating that life hadnít turned out how Iíd expected when I was young. I think it was the birthday that really threw me, for the first time, and made me think ĎWhat am I doing with my life?í. I want to tell you the story of how I pulled myself out of it.

On one of my long walks, I was out in the forest near home one weekend, I got into a bit of an altercation. Basically, some chavís big dog had a go at me and I got into an argument with the guy. Not sensible, but I was really angry. He only went to let the fucking dog on me so I sprinted off through the forest! Luckily, an old guy came to my aid and got rid of the dog. I was in a state, and he took me to a pub nearby to recover. I didnít really feel like it but wasnít arguing with him.

It was a weird pub Iíd never been to before. Loads of layabouts hung around in the street nearby, and then we had to cross a river to get there, which didnít seem to bode well, but we went in. Old chap was called Virgil. We got chatting and I was actually pretty happy just to be talking to someone who had the time to listen. Got another pint in and he said he wanted me to meet some of his friends in the pub, all of whom were older men like him. The guys in the first room seemed like a nice bunch. A friendly group of guys who asked me lots of questions about what I got up to, my life, and the World outside. It almost shamed me to admit that I wasnít living much of an exciting life myself and didnít have much to say.

This was when Virgil said to me that the people I really ought to meet were in the back room. We went through, and it was a totally different world. Nearest the door, there were an old couple getting off with one another, then the next table was a bunch of fat guys eating cheesy chips, then a table of blokes who looked a lot like Estate Agents, and at the back of the room, a few guys who looked like total roughnecks (tattoos and black eyes all round), a few Mormon missionaries, and another table of horrible looking thugs. Weirdest pub Iíve ever been in.

Anyway, we had a chat to all of these groups, one by one, and realised that they were all even more unhappy than me in some ways. Basically, what Virgil pointed out to me was that all of these people were suffering in their lives in ways which reflected paths they themselves had chosen in life. Really snapped me out of it and set me back on the straight and narrow.

Weirdest thing about the whole experience was that they all kept banging on about 13th Century Florentine PoliticsÖ.
(, Thu 2 May 2013, 17:32, closed)
Great Millennium Falcon reference
I almost missed it.
(, Thu 2 May 2013, 17:56, closed)
Lol Star Wars!
(, Thu 2 May 2013, 17:59, closed)
I don't get it.

(, Thu 2 May 2013, 19:15, closed)
Star Trek, innit.

(, Thu 2 May 2013, 20:39, closed)

(, Fri 3 May 2013, 10:09, closed)
literary lols

(, Thu 2 May 2013, 21:52, closed)
Very good.

(, Fri 3 May 2013, 14:29, closed)

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