Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

It’s A Losing Battle

It still astonishes me that to this day, I sometimes have trouble breathing when I face the full frontal reality of adult life with its issues, problems and wide ranging array of possible ways to die slowly (albeit carpal tunnel syndrome).

Just this morning, I had a panic attack when I mentally arranged all the outstanding things to do at work, for the wedding and other shite. It hit me with such force that I had to go chug a can of Coke Lite at 6am in the morning for its calming pseudo caffeine effect. Then I went downstairs for a swim to clear my head in the clear blue smelly chlorinated waters of my pool.

I think as you get older, it becomes harder for men to talk to others about their problems simply because they don’t know where to begin or simply have too many problems which interlink with other problems. For an example:

Young Male
I am broke. I have nobody to sleep with.

Older Male
I am weighed down by the burdens of housing loans, which causes me to have a weak libido coupled with problems like office politics, failing kidneys and I’m worried about the bald spot on my head which I know can be cured by chugging propecia everyday for the rest of my life. Also I have no idea where my career is going, my mom nags at me to spend more time with her and my house has termites.

This hideous myth perpetuated about you learning more about yourself and slowly discovering the answers is total bullshit. If you ask me, my life was a lot simpler when I was younger. The older I get, the more problems I get.

And the more problems I get, the older I seem to get.

aiyor! like that i dowan grow up oso lo…bcum peterpan go hide in mickael jackson’s neverland…YIPPIE! best plan, EVAR.

chill.

just take drugs

Being an adult sucks… Gimme back my childhood anyday!

Yes but at least you have a swimming pool!

the last line cracked me up.

And you have a cool FlatMate!

chill ok? take it easy on yourself.

i guess taking things slowly might help. we sure took our own time to plan our weed-ding, doing up our house and every other thing.

at least now there’s two head o solutions to every problem :)

Hey man,

Don’t sweat the wedding. I’m convinced it’s a social tradition that’s -intended- to be as complicated and pissy as possible.

The reason? It makes everything down the line look easy.

Mortgage? No problem. I organised my wedding.

Family squabbles? No problem. I organised my wedding.

Mother/Father guilt trips? Big whoop. I organised my wedding.

Bald Spot? Hey, did you know I organised my wedding?

Isn’t it interesting to grow up?

Else, you wouldnt have :

..someone to sleep with..

..a house of your own..

..a wife of your own..

..realised your parents will die one day and you need to spend more time with them while there’re still around..

..have known that you decide on your own future by making important decisions on your career..

Not to mention.. you learned that tiny termites can bring down a big house.

totally.. totally agree.

cant help but feel that things were much simpler when i was 20 yrs old, there r only love and studies to juggle. then again, feeling that way also means admitting that my head is getting more messed up as each day goes by. shite.