Sunday, 20 January 2002
A few years ago I told Jackie that I was thinking of having a mid-life crisis. She told me that it was too late: I'd had my mid-life crisis and had married her. That was it. I didn't get another mid-life crisis.
I wasn't completely sure about that. It had a certain kind of plausibility, kind of like that generated by a good piece of speculative fiction. Whether it was true or not, it seemed like it might be true. In particular, it was kind of irrefutable. How could I argue against it?
After a bit though, I realized that the refutation could be achieved through an existence proof. I could have a mid-life crisis, thereby proving that I did get another one after all.
But that got me thinking. Had I even really had a previous mid-life crisis? Was that what brought me to the point of marrying Jackie? I don't think so. I think marrying Jackie was one of those life choices where reason and passion come together, quite unlike the sort of decision one makes in a crisis, mid-life or otherwise.
Recently I've had a new idea. Maybe Jackie and I could share a mid-life crisis. That sounds kind of fun. I suggested the idea to her and she didn't dismiss it out of hand. We're still trying to figure out just what would be involved.
It does sound like more fun than having a mid-life crisis all by myself, which seems like it would be kind of lonely.
Our writing group, Chambana Speculations, met today. It was great! I got some really good feedback on the mummy story.
I finished Resume with Monsters today. Wonderful!
Other than that, I didn't get much done. Watched some TV. Still, it was a good, relaxing weekend.