Patty introduced me to the phenomenon of the Quarter Life Crisis. Assuming life expectancy is 100, I think I'm going through it. And if conversations with my contemporaries show anything, it's that I'm not alone.
From our IM conversation
Patty: around the time you turn 25 and you're confused about life and where its going and what you are doing to get where you are because while you were growing up you had all these hopes and dreams and at quarter life its not what you expected it to be.
Let's do a little cross-comparison between my hopes of as 15 year old and the realities of being 25.
Well traveled: Been to places, but not nearly enough to be considered "well travelled"
Financially stable: Ugh. My stomach hurts to think about money.
Have a "career": It's a job. I'm guessing I'm about 2 years away from calling it a career.
Be in a "real" relationship: Those close to me know the deal on this one and it ain't good.
Ok so this is where my annoying optimism comes in. I can't really think of anything else. Sure I'm unhappy about some stuff in my life (really unhappy), but those things are not what my life is about and what makes me wake up in the morning.
I live on my own. I get to decide what to do with my time/money/energy. I've got friends. Really good friends. I've got a kick ass apartment. I've got a kick ass computer (paying for it through my teeth, but it kicks ass). My colleagues at work respect me. I have a clear conscience (today). I can walk 12 miles. I can see, hear, smell, touch. I can dance like there's no tomorrow.
So why do I still feel so unsatisfied with my life?
Is that even a bad thing?
'Cause the moment you're completely satisfied with life... what are you living for?