It’s great when all of the fun/exciting friends you had die or get locked up, and every potential love interest you come across is married/loaded down with kids/fucked up from a past relationship/is only interested in a complicated open relationship.
This. Just had an existential crisis at 40-43. Slowly recovering and regaining a bit of perspective but holy shit did that hit hard. I’ve never had mental problems before, so this really fucked me up something good.
It’s getting better. Has mostly to do with my job in combination with the rise of the Nazis. I may have something new and better on the horizon but even if not, I’ve managed to not give as much of a fuck and I say no way more often nowadays.
Okay, extremely relatable lol. I was at a job that, while I absolutely loved the people I worked with, we were all so overworked while being severely undervalued and underpaid. It was depressing as hell, constantly stressful, and just an overall bad time. I had my first gray at 26. Pair with that Trump’s original presidency and things going to shit and yeah…
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Oh yeah well wait till you’re 40!
damn kids, wait til you’re 50.
I dont want to wait anymore, take me RNGsus
It’s great when all of the fun/exciting friends you had die or get locked up, and every potential love interest you come across is married/loaded down with kids/fucked up from a past relationship/is only interested in a complicated open relationship.
I’m not projecting.
This. Just had an existential crisis at 40-43. Slowly recovering and regaining a bit of perspective but holy shit did that hit hard. I’ve never had mental problems before, so this really fucked me up something good.
I did that around 27 or so. I wonder if that means I’m good from here on out, or is that 40s one just waiting to reaaaaally fuck my shit up. 🤔
Hope you’re doing better though. From experience, absolutely not a fun thing to go through :(
It’s getting better. Has mostly to do with my job in combination with the rise of the Nazis. I may have something new and better on the horizon but even if not, I’ve managed to not give as much of a fuck and I say no way more often nowadays.
Okay, extremely relatable lol. I was at a job that, while I absolutely loved the people I worked with, we were all so overworked while being severely undervalued and underpaid. It was depressing as hell, constantly stressful, and just an overall bad time. I had my first gray at 26. Pair with that Trump’s original presidency and things going to shit and yeah…
Well I’ve had mental problems my whole life so hopefully I’ll manage better, it’s coming up soon…