I think I am entering my 236th mid-life crisis. This seems to have been occurring approximately every 3 months for the past 10 years. Or just whenever I’m not PMSing. I am yet again going through a “What *do* I want to be when I grow up?” phase. Yet.Again. Aren’t I supposed to already be a grown-up? I don’t look like people my age, I don’t act like people my age, and I sure as hell don’t feel my age. Yet, again, I can’t decide where I want to spend the rest of my life. Or where I want to live in general. Or whether I want to be single or in a relationship. Admittedly, while being alone can sometimes be excruciatingly lonely … at other times the solitude can be perfectly exquisite. There are days when I am so grateful that I live alone … and days when I want to just curl up and weep from loneliness. But then I realise that “weep” is a ridiculously lame word and I giggle and feel much better. When men go through their mid-life crisis they often run out and buy a sports car, start dressing like a guy half their age, and find 20somethings to date. I can’t afford don’t want a sports car and I’m already doing the other two, so where is MY solution? Should I start dressing frumpy and dating old farts? I suppose I could always try auctioning myself off to the highest bidder, but the only men who could afford me (according to HumanForSale) would be rich yet psychotic control freaks. (I know this from having dated more than one wealthy male.) However, in the name of scientific research, here’s what I am worth:

Current Mood: confused

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