Novel & Cerita Funny Quotes About Midlife Crisis

He and my mother find loving one another more challenging through their shared loss. Aiden and I sit on my bed, and at first, I fear it will be awkward. But the fear is short-lived because he breaks the ice with a joke. He begins the joke by telling me he has a fantastic life lesson he wishes to pass on to me. Aiden says he knows that he is not one of my instructors, but he would be honored to bestow upon me this wisdom. All I can do is say, please grant away. He then says: "Never criticize someone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, they won’t be able to hear you from that far away. Plus, you’ll have their shoes." My face right now says, wow, you're

Now that makes me snort and choke in disbelief as lame movies we watched in the orphanage appear in my head. "You’re saying freaking Dracula was real? ... I'm a descendant of some horror story vampire?" I blurt at the absurdity and laugh insanely with a head shake. The bubbling giggle of someone having a real hard time processing reality. Sure I'm having some sort of midlife crisis brought on by the trauma of my mate abandoning me to some stupid cursed fog. Or maybe I've had a mental break, and all of this is only happening in my mind.

Was it such an unreasonable question? It's okay that I didn't even prepare it, I didn't contextualize it or anything, but wait, right? I just wanted to get a little creative and get out of the 'hi, it's fine, it's fine and you're fine too' thing. But it had the opposite effect, unfortunately for me. Or bad luck for him, depending on your point of view. As the older people say (yes, those over sixty, seventy all) I can be a little crazy, but I'm not one to throw away, come on.

Rain stared at him, then back at Gemma, who was now giggling and shifting between forms like it was a party trick. “I swear to God,” Rain muttered, “if one more child upstages me tonight, I’m going to lose my mind.” Gemma tilted her head. “Is Papa Rain broken?” Jesse snorted. “Only a little.” I tried not to laugh but failed. Rain groaned dramatically and flopped onto his back in the dirt. “This is the worst midlife crisis ever.” Gemma shuffled over, crouched beside him, and patted his arm like she was consoling a very large, very melodramatic dog. “You can still be the star, Papa Rain. You just need more sparkles.”

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

“That’s no way to speak about yourself! You treat yourself like you’re an ancient old lady sometimes.” “But it’s true.” I shrugged and stood, pacing over to the fountain’s edge. “Everyone reminds me of it all the time; telling me that I’m too old, that I’m nothing more than a middle-aged housewife, that I’m an old maid. I’m beginning to think that if enough people say it, then it must be right.”

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

"Quit my corporate job, decided to chase a dream, ended up here. Classic midlife thing, except I'm only thirty two so it's more of a quarter life thing." Despite myself, I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. "That's not a quarter life crisis. You're past that." "Okay, fine, third life crisis then," he amended, holding the door open for me as we stepped into the hallway. "Point is, I'm here, I'm terrible, and I need help." I kept walking, hoping he'd take the hint and leave me alone. But he didn't. "Seriously though," he continued, his tone dropping into something more sincere.

Me looking like I’d been caught between a punch and a kiss. And the captions? Don’t even get me started. “Chemistry you can’t fake.” “The comeback of the century?” “When hate looks a little too much like love.” Yeah. Try drinking coffee with that shoved in your face every two seconds. I tossed my phone across the couch and muttered to myself, “God, I need a new life.” But the universe? The universe has a sick sense of humor. Because just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, the intercom buzzed.