There’s more than one Kat that blogs around here. There’s my little girl, of course, but there’s also the Catholic nerd and the bitter one. (I’m not quite sure how I get the both the anti-Christ and someone who makes brilliant posts on blogs4God coming here, but I digress…
It is a mission from the Blissfully Bitter Kat that brings me to your door a-beggin’. You see, she is a real writer with one o’ them fancy jobs and stuff. Her topic du jour is the Quarter Life Crisis:
Okay lurkers, I’ve got a mission for you.
I’m working on an article about the quarter-life crisis and how we’re getting through it.
If you’re in (or have ever been) your long dark 20s, tell me what got you through the rough patch. You can also share your symptoms, stories of miserable twentysomething life, and how you think the quarter-life crisis is a bunch of hooey and is just another buzzword created by the Overlords. I’ll most likely agree with you on the latter, but it’ll get cut from the article because it’s not “inspirational” enough and once again I’ll have to sell out without getting anything in return, leaving me cranky, bitter, and ready for the sweet release of death. But you just might get your name in a pretty magazine and who can resist that?
Apparently, lots of people could, since she hasn’t gotten a nibble. I told her I’d toss it into the Solonor Show Ring and see if some of the goofballs here could help her out.
So, have you been through the crisis of confidence that hits at 25-ish? Did you come out sane? Write to Kat at katharsisjones AT hotmail DOT com (you know the anti-spam drill).
The Quarter-Life Crisis
Blissfully Bitter posed this litle mission: Okay lurkers, I’ve got a mission for you. I’m working on an article about
I feel sooooooo OLD! LOL
Um … I’ve been sitting here staring at your blog for the last 10 minutes, Solonor, trying to cast my mind waaaaay back to my mid-twenties and the “crisis of confidence” that hit me then.
Only problem is that my crisis of confidence hit when I was about five years old, and it hasn’t stopped hitting in the thousand years that has elapsed since.
But, hey — if the twentysomethings are tired of hearing about mid-life crises when they have real problems to deal with, I expect it’ll be good therapy.
Sorry I can’t be more help. I’ve sort of come to the conclusion that Life is an ongoing crisis, and you do the best you can.
I can’t think of many crises one confronts at 25. A new baby? A teenage pregnancy baby that is school age? The car won’t start? Don’t like the stereo speakers anymore?
I can recall a slight disillusionment at that age with the so-called, “Status Quo,” but it was nothing compared to the illusion-shredding age of 30. Tell her to call back in 5 years or so.
I left her a comment. Somehow, I don’t believe she’ll take my advice.
i spent my twenties pregnant and married. the only advice i could offer is to not follow may path.
I shall give you the secret. Don’t tell anyone.
sssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……….
BEER!
Lots of beer. All is well when you have a beer.
(Similarly, the phrase “the world is right when the Beatles are on the radio” applies… which, IF you have a beer at that time, becomes bliss.) This is how I survived the 1st QLC. And the 3rd decade. And coming soon, to a Schmuck near you, the fourth decade. Beer is how I will handle that. Sheesh, four decades, say it ain’t so!
These secrets I have shared, use this sacred information wisely.