My friend said to me on my 20th birthday - you once said you'd never live past forty, so happy middle age!
two things flashed through my mind like fucking sirens:
1) When in Gods name did I think I'd reach forty!? What a horrible age for a youth to believe they'll be.
2) Jeez, I'm middle aged.
It got me thinking, 'youth', 'middle aged', 'old' etc. are all completely subjective when considering a persons place on the timeline of life. If an unfortunate soul were to die at the age of 12, then by 11 they were unknowingly incredibly old and by 6 they'd been middle aged.
People who adopt these terms are largely the part of the population who don't allow for irregular occurrences to happen. With blinders applied by the oppressing norms of reality.
So I'm booking scooter lessons, dying my hair erratic colours and being profligate with my wages, because what else can you do when you reach your midlife crisis.
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Oh what an excellent friend reminded you of that time. The way you write is very sociological, I know this as its half of my degree. I enjoyed the Judith Butler blog as I've studied her and all her knowledge about gender been a discourse of society and a performance of patriarcal culture. I hope I'm middle aged by 52 as I think 104 would be a nice age to die. Anyway happy mid-life crisis, go wild, buy a vespa and have a cruella de ville hairstyle, someone needs to bring it back x
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