May 082009
Sometimes the English language’s elasticity can get a little annoying. The latest flash-in-the-pan neologism to get its moment in the digital sun is thrisis. A thrisis is that moment when you realize you’re now in your mid-thirties and you still can’t figure out who you are and what you want to be when you grow up and you can no longer ignore the fact that you’re getting kind of old and uncool. Or something.
I’ll confess to be a little more aware of life’s complexities in the last couple years, but I’m not feeling compelled to hit the panic button just yet. My prediction: “thrisis” will have a slightly shorter half-life than “metrosexual” but slightly longer than “rickrolled”.
I am SO set. I knew what I was going to be when I was 9, and I was NEVER cool. I am more cool now then I ever was, and that should tell you volumes about my (lack of) coolness.
I never thought that being so uncool would inoculate me from the latest version of the mid-life crisis… FTW!!!