I went round to see a friend and she was watching the last few episodes of Sex and The City, in preparation for her holiday delayed visit to see the movie. I caught the tail end of an episode where Samantha, the horny older one, was giving a talk about breast cancer, and then she took her wig off, and then other women followed, and for a moment, I thought that I was watching The Witches, by Roald Dahl.
My friend who was gushing at the time, didnt see the resemblance at all, and apparently I am a very bad person for making the correlation.
Anyhow, I’ve spent the last few day’s generally thinking about where exactly I want to be. Having left London a year ago to return to my home town, my days have begun to blur into one, and I’m feeling that it’s almost time to leave for good.
You can call it what you want, but when I read Generation X at 16, I giggled at the thought of the mid twenties slump, ” I mean really, how funny, men have mid life crisis when they are forty..” ( So wise I know)
And here I am, 25 in November and all of a sudden I feel bombarded with question’s, the most annoying of which is Where am I going with my life!
To be fair, I’m honestly not worried about getting older, because even at 25, I am still being i’d on a regular for ciggies.
But, it seems that Coupland did stumble across something, because right now, i’m contemplating giving up all potential career objectives to take a Mcjob and go and live in the desert somewhere.
And apparently, I’m not alone.
Sky high house prices, social decay, shitty graduate job market’s and hyper news which constantly squawks about the energy crisis or future food crisis’s cant help but make you feel chipper. ( A sub zero nuclear winter, working in a call centre and arriving home to your podartment for a feast of soylent green).
Personally, I think it might have something to do with American pop culture impregnating our poor little brains with illusions of grandeur, think Cribs. ( I live in this amazing Malbu Estate and you live in a flat in Rotheram)
Either way, there is a cure to this modern mind fuckery, and it worked for me and it can work for you too.
Realise that there isnt a routeplanner for life and even if there was it would be just as buggy as the AA’s
And only somebody with the mind of a child would write this sort of nonsense.