A Note to the Many Friends in Limbo.
Hey there - Welcome to your quarter-life crisis; my name is William, I'll be your guide.
"Who the hell is William?"
"I don't know, seems like a name he's just made up - just shut up and roll with it."
"Oh,... okey... But it's obviously Eric."
"OH Great. Ruin the surprise for everybody, will you just shut yer yap?!?"
"ak.... srry."
As I was saying, my name is William, and I will be your tour-guide through this personal hell known as the quarter-life crisis.
The lesser known, bitchy little sister of the mid-life crisis, the quarter-life crisis has become something of a phenomenon in the last decade as the baby boom-let (babies of the baby boomers) have finished school rife with world changing ideas, massive potential, and then found themselves doing..., well, just about fuck-all.
The job market is far from stellar, and you've got to be awesome and already have 3 years experience to do anything great or fun, but you can't get said awesomeness or experience without the very job you're not qualified for - SO, you take off your glasses, clean them on your shirt, and refocus.
OK - new goal - work this crap job till something halfway decent experience-wise comes along and then take that, and THEN look for the dream job. Revised goal: Have dream job before 30.
Except you get wrapped up in working the crap job, and then nothing is materializing because you don't have the time to even look for a good experience job, and you're living at home or near enough, and money is tight because you keep spending it in self-healing fits to mend the broken-ness from working the crap job and AHHHHH.
This is your worst moment - and you've left all your friends behind when focused so firmly on that goal. You know, the one you've just refocused and molded to fit the reality of suckage around you.
Remember that we're all still here, a phone call, email, or blog away - waiting for you to come back
Remember that there ARE awesome jobs out there, and yes, they pay as much as waitressing, or schlepping boxes at walmart.
Remember that debt is surmountable - hell, we all already racked up tens-of-thousands of it in college. What's three or four grand more?
Remember that after seeing high school and thinking it could never get worse, seeing college, and thinking "wow, it got worse", seeing life afterwords and thinking "Holeeey crap", that this is it. This is the bottom, and it's all uphill from here. There will be a decent job, a better job, an awesome job, and bumps in-between.
Oh..., well at least until the midlife-crisis. But that's another blog altogether.
