Mastodawn

Can confirm. (Source: Am 47)

Early 40s here. I never understood my generation’s obsession with “growing up”, I remember as a teenager, a lot of my highschool classmates would pretend to be older than they actually were and dismissed some hobbies and activities as “for kids”.

When I was in university, there’s was this massive start of the year party for all students, as a first year student of course I attended and had the time of my life. Next year came by and asked some classmates to go with me and I got a response that I still remember to this day “you’re almost 20, aren’t you a bit old to be attending college parties?” like dude read the room, we’re college students, the party was organised for us.

Now that we’re here, all grown up and middle age, what do we do now? I know I’ll be having fun tonight

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UnderpantsWeevil 2d ago

I never understood my generation’s obsession with “growing up”

When it’s perceived as attainable, there’s a real appeal to joining the independent ownership class of professionals. Live in your own house, cultivate your own personal fortune, pursue your own career goals, hit those iconic milestones of adulthood that reward you with comfort and convenience and luxury.

Now that we’re here, all grown up and middle age, what do we do now?

I know quite a few people who still party, well into their fifties. But they also got the jump on family life early and saw their kids off to college years ago. They’re rich enough to work part time, go on vacations regularly, and enjoy nice food, a beautiful house, and various household luxuries.

I also know a few people who never stopped partying, straight out of college. I’ve got a friend who is a professional fire spinner at the Renaissance Festival. Perpetually broke couch surfer who regularly hooks up with girls half his age and never wakes up before noon, then pulls together just enough money to make it to the next Burning Man Festival and cash in on other people’s willingness to sponsor his spectacle.

Who is living better? Idk. I’m a desk jockey with a wife and a dog and a little guy of my own to take care of. And I’m happy for it. But I could have been just as happy under different circumstances. There’d just be trade-offs. You can’t help looking at the grass in the neighbor’s pasture and wondering “What if?”