How to Have Fun

I woke up the other day, woke up all new like, fresh and invigorated. It was a new day. New moments and minutes and seconds presented themselves like so many angry Irishmen, adept at producing sweary nonsense and odd outbursts of paraphrasing. I felt at peace with the world, I felt like all was right and all was as it was meant to be.

I spent a couple of hours pottering around, cleaning up after myself and making small things out of paper and old rag. The morning passed, as mornings are wont to do, and soon it was afternoon. The sun streamed in through the window, leaving golden shapes on my face and the floor and whatever it is that lives in the corner of my kitchen. I dare not ask its name. I count myself lucky that it hasn't tried to kill me yet.

A few more hours passed. I realised I had been staring into space. Or, at least, I would have been staring into space if it wasn't for the fact I was looking downwards and Space, if you take "Space" to be that infinite and seemingly empty void that stretches on and on as far as the eye can see in any direction you choose from our lovely little planet, would not be underneath my floorboards.

I was bored. Really bored. Things weren't happening. Everything was too peaceful. Everything was, well, apple shaped. As opposed to pear shaped. Which still, in the grand scheme of things isn't a bad shape to be, really. My life had become something to be content about, something to wallow in, something to be at peace with. But it was oh so terribly dull.

It was at that moment that I had a revelation. I knew how to make things interesting again. I knew how I should proceed with my existence on this small and round-shaped chunk of rock in the outer arm of the galaxy known to some as "Jim" but to others as "That Milky Waaaaay"

I was going to have a midlife crisis. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea. Fair enough, I was only 16, I had many years to go before the time, date or location that would be known as a "midlife crisis" arrived on my doorstep. But I was bored, there was nothing to do so I sat down and started started to have my midlife crisis.

But then it dawned on me. I had no idea how to have a midlife crisis. It was all terribly new to me. I'd heard tales, of course. I'd seen the sitcoms and the hilariously inventive ways in which middle-aged men took out their rage and frustrations upon an unsuspecting world.

I tried to emulate a few of the things I'd seen. Then I remembered that I couldn't remember any of the things which, if they were written in a book would have been collectively known as "How to Have a Midlife Crisis".

I decided to make a list, which if I ever got round to it, I would publish in a book :

How to Have a Midlife Crisis

Basically, go a little crazy. But not too crazy. Otherwise people will think you're insane, rather than simply "having a crisis"

Ways in which this can be achieved are as followed...

Spread some jam on a duck.

Go walking around and around your garden at night singing Disney songs. Don't do this naked. That would be odd.

Start watching "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". Whilst wrapped in saran wrap.

Become either a being of pure energy, a Bhuddist monk or Rob Manuel. But not all three. That would also be odd.

Start a fight with yourself.

And there you go. By now, it was nearly dinner time, so I got up and proceeded to fight the thing that lives in the corner of my kitchen for the right to get into my cupboard. This was always a lot of fun and never failed to brighten up a dull day.