The Many Stages of a Quarter-Life Crisis
Because waiting for the mid-life one is so last generation.
We’ve all heard about the mid-life crisis, but with modern society putting increasing pressure on us Millennial/Gen Z lot to be everything, do everything and LIVE LIFE TO THE GODDAM FULLEST, while the economy wheezes along and refuses to co-operate, it’s the quarter-life crisis that’s taking over.
Pretty sure you’re going through a QLC right now? You’ll have had most of these thoughts at least once, then.
What career do I really want though? Yes OK, so I interned FOR FREE for AN ENTIRE YEAR to get this position, but is it really what I should be doing? Is it what will make me happiest? Is it what will make me the most successful? Do I even like it?
Knew I should have taken a different subject at uni. Why didn’t I do graphic design? Or marketing? Or maybe I shouldn’t have even wasted time GOING to uni. I’d have been better off jumping the queue, avoiding the huge student debt and getting in that work experience.
Maybe I should work abroad.
I’ve always wanted to live in Australia. Maybe I should move to Australia.
I could open a little vegan cafe on the beach, and fall in love with a surfer named Brad - who bares a strikingly similar resemblance to Liam Hemsworth in my head. Funny that.
Life would be blissful and chilled and sun-drenched, and I’d never have to worry about pointless meetings or corporate bullshit ever again.
Except maybe I also want to be a badass boss lady who exudes success, inspires young women, says things like ‘I holiday in Cannes at least once a year’, has reservations at all the best restaurants, and is basically Miranda Priestly but happier and less of a witch.
Do I want children?
Should I start thinking about when I want children? I always thought I’d have kids by my late twenties but that’s NOW or REALLY SOON and I don’t even know what I want let alone what a screaming infant wants.
Should I write a book?
I’ve always quite fancied writing a book. Some sort of pithy self-help guide maybe. Or YA fiction. Yeah, something like Twilight, but less annoying. The movie rights will be snapped up, and I’ll fall in love with the actor they cast as the leading man, and the world will give us a ship name and follow our every move
I want to own a house.
No but really, I want to own a house. And decorate it in a Pinterest-worthy fashion, knocking up gorgeous DIY projects of a weekend, my hair wrapped up in a scarf, a dab of adorable paint on my nose. Yes, obviously I’ll also be wearing dungarees and a rom-com worthy soundtrack will be playing in the background, that goes without saying.
I want to be in a serious relationship.
But also single and playing the field like a less neurotic, 2017 version of Carrie Bradshaw.
Should I be doing more to help the world? The world is going through some real shit, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. Should I be volunteering? Or working for a company that really makes a difference? Should I be signing more petitions at the very least??????
I want to take evening classes in something really cool, like coding.
And set-up my own business.
I want to get really into yoga.
And learn how to cook. REALLY cook. Like Gordon Ramsay, Monica Galetti kind of good.
I want to throw dinner parties for my super cool, eclectic group of friends, in my super cool flat with my super cool DIY Pinterest projects.
I want to switch up my style. I wanna be edgy. Or maybe chic. Or maybe just a mixture of the two.
Should I read more?
Should I travel more?
Oh god I want a puppy. I want to work from home so that I can have a puppy.
But also I get really bored working from home, so maybe not.
Do I watch too much TV? Or not enough? Is my instagram game strong? Should I be eating this? Do I want to spend a gazillion quid on those jeans just because a Kardashian told me to? Am I happy in my relationship? Do my friends like me enough? Do I have ENOUGH friends?
- Words by Lizzie Cox.