So I was taking the train to a place that wasn´t where I currently was when the voices in my head started having an argument.
“We should have an existential crisis”, one of the voices announced suddenly.
“That´s a terrible idea. I think we should have an emotional breakdown”, retorted the other.
This isn´t going to end well, I thought to myself. Perhaps I should step in and try to resolve the issue. It´s never a good idea when aspects of one´s psyche start to independently think for themselves.
“Why don´t we compromise? I could have a mid-life crisis”, I suggested.
“You´re only 32!”, both voices cried in unison.
“You don´t know how long I´m going to live. Maybe at 64 that´s it”, I said as triumphantly as anyone could be when underestimating their own life-expectancy.
“That is true” one of the voices said pensively. “But how would that look? I mean would that really be a compromise?”
I thought for a moment. It was a reasonable enough question. I hadn´t really planned out my mid-life crisis yet. I just had a few ideas noted down on a legal pad but it was still under review. But, I suppose I didn´t really have a choice, so I opened up my bag and pulled out a wad of paper with the title “my mid-life crisis ideas” and began to read them out loud much to the dismay of my fellow travelers.
