Because I can’t.
I’ve decided that we don’t have midlife crises – what we have are cycles of reinvention. It’s just that when one of them happens to come within ten years of your fortieth birthday, it’s called a “midlife crisis.”
Dye your hair pink when you’re 20? No problem.
Buy a motorcycle at 25? Hey, you’re young, that’s no problem.
Take up salsa dancing at 35? Oh, you’re trying to hold onto your youth, aren’t you? But you’re not that old – it’s not really a problem.
Dye your hair pink when you’re 40? Don’t you know you’re not 20 anymore?
Buy a motorcycle at 50? Next thing you know, you’ll be filing for divorce and making a fool of yourself in singles’ bars.
Take up salsa dancing at 65? I think it’s great you have something to do in your old age!
And that, children, is my rant for the day. Now go buy yourself a motorcycle and ride it to your salsa class. I, for one, applaud you for living, when so many people around you are stagnating instead.
