I think going through a quarter life crisis

[deoxyribonuclease]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quarter-life_crisis

Characteristics of quarter-life crisis may include:
* feeling "not good enough" because one can't find a job that is at one's academic/intellectual level
* frustration with relationships, the working world, and finding a suitable job or career
* confusion of identity
* insecurity regarding the near future
* insecurity concerning long-term plans, life goals
* insecurity regarding present accomplishments
* re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships
* disappointment with one's job
* nostalgia for university, college, high school or elementary school life
* tendency to hold stronger opinions
* boredom with social interactions
* loss of closeness to high school and college friends
* financially-rooted stress (overwhelming college loans, unanticipatedly high cost of living, etc.)
* loneliness
* desire to have children
* a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you

Are any of you mid 20s - early 30s DUers going thru this? I think this list pretty much describes me. :shrug:

[Fire Walk With Me]

1. It's probably just in the genes.

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[nickgutierrez]

2. Mid-20s DUer here, and yes.

That describes my thinking perfectly, right about now.

[DarkTirade]

3. ... I thought that was pretty much the definition of mid-late 20s through early 30s?

:shrug:

[TZ]

4. When I was in my mid 20's yes...

I actually did go through a bit of that....Now that I'm approaching 40 I have a whole NEW list of things to have crises about :)

[undeterred]

5. there is no such thing

what you have described is LIFE

[Danger Mouse]

6. I think everybody feels like that at 25.

:P

[Xipe Totec]

7. Los Lobos - Is this all there is?

Too bad I can't find the video online.

Ah well...

Here are the lyrics:

Climbing high to the mountain top
Reaching up to the sky above
Asking to myself
Is this all there is?

Sailing into the ocean blue
Trying to find at least one clue
On a paper scrawled
Is this all there is?


And they all came to talk about it
The came to cry and laught and fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves
Is this all there is?

Fifteen years on a sewing machine
Where twisted hands don't mean a thing
Wondering to herself
Is this all there is?

Baby crying in an old tin cup
Wanting more but there's never enough
While her mother sighs
Is this all there is?