Mid-Life Crisis On Infinite EarthsPosted by admin - 05/09/10 at 04:09 pm
I am now 42 years old. Some people refer to that as “middle aged,” but to assume that would be pretty presumptuous, based on my eating habits. And by “eating habits,” I mean “eating whatever is in front of me until I’m too uncomfortable to continue.”
Not too much has changed in my life, other than now when I buy a lottery ticket, I no longer get the option where they pay it out over the next 25 years.
I want that cash now, in small untraceable bills, just in case I’m not around to spend it.
As you get older, there’s all sorts of questions that pop up. Should I buy a home? How much does life insurance cost? Should I buy or lease a car, or just keep hitchhiking? Should I keep investing in Elvis collectible plates, or should I diversify and buy some Dale Earnhardts?
Aging is such a conundrum.
— Reid Kerr still prefers aging to the alternative.