The bombs are dropping all around me. Friends and family are going through the midlife crisis flipout. It's a stage of life of unfulfilled dreams and the reality that the mortality clock is ticking. Time is not on your side.
However, this stage of life is NOT a license to act like an immature asshole abandoning responsibilities with a flippant attitude using the fact that we are all going to die anyway, so why not indulge myself without a care to anybody.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr... I have way too many of these people in my social circle these days and now I need to weed the 'friend garden' a bit as they are like vampires who will just suck you dry. I'm tired of being the shoulder they cry on when they dump their spouses for another, and then figure out the person they dumped their spouse for was WAAAAAAAAY worse than the person they were married to. In the process the kids suffer as casualties of domestic war, and now everybody is struggling financially. Living on half and then giving the lawyers their cut turned out to be a *really* bad money management decision.
Now the kids are on drugs and flunking school. Dad has his 'bimbo brigade' flavor of the week. Mom figured out that all the good guys are already married and there is a reason if any of them are still single. Now mom has fled the country on a 'spiritual quest' with some hindu-buddhist-whatever-tree hugger in Micronesia. Her barely 18 year old son, who is struggling with every aspect of life, bounces from grandma's house, to dads (when he isn't bedding his latest bimbo), to the homes of friends.
Now mom is coming home and complaining about her finances and wondering where she went wrong with her son.
I have a big, fat "A-DUH" speech all ready for her. She won't like it, but it's the truth.
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