Friday, January 25, 2013

squirrel quarter-life dress




































Today's squirrel

Mid-life crisis? Having left far behind the age when it is supposed to appear, I have always wondered what precisely the term means. Now I hear on BBC 4 an entire programme devoted to the "quarter-life crisis". It is supposed to affect people between 23 and 3 0.  Apparently they do not know what to do with their lives or if thy do, how they should go about it.Well I never!

In Boots I try to find a replacement foil for my electric razor. The girl assistant goes in search of "the expert." A man in paint splattered dungarees arrives. He knowledgeable and helpful. "I must be careful not get paint on your razor," he says. Having provided me with what I want and received my thanks, he says: "I'm sorry not to be in my normal clothes."

5 comments:

marja-leena said...

Hah, at first reading of your title I thought you'd be writing about a squirrel-furred dress!

I've heard of mid-life crisis called male menopause hitting men in the 50's. Now there's a quarter-life crisis?!

Roderick Robinson said...

Occasionally, when I creak out of bed and the world is dark outside, I imagine myself undergoing a posthumous crisis. As Woody Allen said: jumping back into bed, adopting a foetal position, and turning the electric blanket up to No. 8.

Luckily there is a specific against this. The recognition that under conditions of extreme comfort I would start to write in my head and quickly run out of RAM. Quite agonising, especially if I'm trying to do a sonnet. The computer has no such limitations.

Lucy said...

That's funny, I just read about a film featuring someone going through a quarter-life crisis and wondered what on earth it might be. Surely those years are supposed to be one long crisis aren't they? Or is that just in hindsight?

I might put in a word for the five-eighths crisis, come to think.

Though all of these rather presuppose we actually know how long our span is going to be...

Joe Hyam said...

m-l, RR and L For some life is a series of crises linked like rail carriages in a freight train negotiating a bleak railway journey Others and I include bloggers and blog readers, barely recognise them because the view from the carriages is distracting and full of interest if not delight.

marja-leena said...

Yes, how well said: "the view from the carriages is distracting and full of interest if not delight".