It's 11.45pm on a Monday night.
I have just finished an episode of Girls, too easily identifying with the main character who lives in a state of perpetual analytical discovery of her world, social circle and self, and I walk to my open window, dancing in the dark to the final song that ends the episode....
... and I realise something...
Looking at the building opposite my apartment whose windows reflect the windows of my building.
No-one else is up. Or... if they are, the curtains are drawn and they are not doing anything so crass as dancing in the open window to the loud music that is more relateable to Gen Y than my own.
What am I doing? Am I relaxing from a 12-hour-plus day at work, trying to capture some of the youth that I still feel within my soul....
Or am I kidding myself, thinking I can relate to this all-night-party-mode world, with limited responsiilities and the promise of an exciting, New-York party-fuelled lifestyle that I never really aspired to but all of a sudden can relate to?
The thought has crossed my mind tonight while watching Hannah (star of Girls) entertain situations "for the story" that my own life has been eerily similar (especially in my 20s). But to aspire to more of the same?
I think I can officially welcome myself to my mid-life crisis!
Welcome, kids, to my crisis! You're invited :)
I have just finished an episode of Girls, too easily identifying with the main character who lives in a state of perpetual analytical discovery of her world, social circle and self, and I walk to my open window, dancing in the dark to the final song that ends the episode....
... and I realise something...
Looking at the building opposite my apartment whose windows reflect the windows of my building.
No-one else is up. Or... if they are, the curtains are drawn and they are not doing anything so crass as dancing in the open window to the loud music that is more relateable to Gen Y than my own.
What am I doing? Am I relaxing from a 12-hour-plus day at work, trying to capture some of the youth that I still feel within my soul....
Or am I kidding myself, thinking I can relate to this all-night-party-mode world, with limited responsiilities and the promise of an exciting, New-York party-fuelled lifestyle that I never really aspired to but all of a sudden can relate to?
The thought has crossed my mind tonight while watching Hannah (star of Girls) entertain situations "for the story" that my own life has been eerily similar (especially in my 20s). But to aspire to more of the same?
I think I can officially welcome myself to my mid-life crisis!
Welcome, kids, to my crisis! You're invited :)
