I was driving to work today, relishing in the fact that my commute this day was a mere 15 minutes to work. I had just gotten my dark roast coffee from my drive-through and I was driving in the bright morning sunlight listening to XM-Sirius radio. I have been enjoying this two-month trial quite a bit, and on this day — as in the past few days — I’ve been enjoying listening to the 60s station. It brings back such nice memories of my childhood (yes, I really am that old!) and the ‘calm’ of my youth. I remember my mother playing so many of these songs, or hearing them on the AM radio in our old station wagon.
So there I was, basking in my dreamscape of vacation beginning in a mere four hours, when I see this black shiny Corvette go zipping by, and it made me think — why do people buy such fancy luxury cars, when you can’t even take advantage of their high-end performance! Most often, it is some middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s. I thought, “What is with these cars?”. Sure, sometimes you see men in this age group driving luxury cars as a sign of success and having “made it”, but more often than not, you see men driving fancy sports cars like Porsches or Corvettes. You don’t see 50-something men driving suped-up 4×4 pick-up trucks. Why? Because they don’t appeal to the inner youth of speed and high performance. They don’t “rev up” the male ego over-flowing with testosterone and all that male-ness!
So why do men get such fancy cars, or big yachts? Maybe it isn’t a so-called mid-life crisis after all? Maybe it is depression that yes, you really are in your 50s now, and you have less life ahead of you than you do behind you. Not to be morbid, but you are past your mid-life. So isn’t the “crisis” over?
I rather to think that the best years for myself are yet ahead of me, when I do not have to deal with the day-to-day toils of politics at work and can spend my days reading and walking. I long for the days when I can spend the days with my lovely wife and discovering new things together. I long for “day trips” when I can enjoy mountainous scenery or amazing beaches or state parks. But alas, we must work for now.
So where did this begin….. listening to the radio. Ahhh, the 60s …..