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Quarter-Life Crisis

Unless I somehow live beyond the
expected 78.4
years—74.6, really,
I was born in 1985,
and even less because I’m a male….
Okay, so unless I somehow live
well beyond predictions, this is more
like a third-life crisis, though without
the two extra lives that I should get.

So I’m
behind.

I guess that means I have a lot
of catching up to do. I should
be: confronting mortality
more; reminiscing about stuff;
realizing that my friends are
not as talented as I thought;
more lonely, more depressed, maybe
more suicidal or something.

Since I started late,
though, I think I might
kick ass instead. Plus,
that all sounds kinda
boring anyway.