Turns out it’s not a crisis, sort of.
For a lot of us guys, this phenomenon is part of a timeline that goes something like this:
- Go to college, party, chase girls, feel like a man, talk about all the money we’ll make when we graduate and get a real job
- Get a real job, usually sitting behind a desk, making more money than we had in college, comparing our salary/material gains to everyone else’s
- Get married, have kids
- Struggle with drinking, porn, infidelity, etc., and/or
- get a Harley, fast car, take up a new and somewhat dangerous sport, etc.
By the time the affair/Harley comes out, we’ve gained a ton of weight, we’re battling depression, and we don’t look nearly as man-like as we used to. But, like grandma’s pool-chalk eye shadow, it’s not how you look, it’s how you think you look. I always thought the old, fat guy in the Camaro looked kind of stupid, and desperate.
Now I understand.
MLC’s don’t happen because of our age, and they don’t appear out of thin air. The desires/passions/whatever have always been there – maybe since day 1. We just stuffed ’em for awhile – usually out of some cultural expectation to become a quieter, more predictable, docile version of ourselves. But the older and more confident we become, the less sense it makes to keep repressing what’s inside.
Who knows where this desire came from. It might be cultural, or maybe it comes from ages of building log cabins, fending off the bad guys, tilling the fields, and generally being needed/relied upon for our strength. Might be both. Maybe, in time, as men continue to evolve into God-knows-what, it’ll all wear off.
But for now, rest assured ladies, it’s real. Continue reading What My Mid-Life Crisis is Teaching Me About Everyone Else’s Mid Life Crisis: An Open Letter From a 51 Year Old Depressed Fat Guy