My friend Greg says he’s a mess inside; restless, angry, sad; a whirling dervish of thoughts and emotions that ping off each other like a pinball machine in his head. He’s actually “seeing someone” at $140 per 55 minute session, so I know it’s bad (Greg is also notoriously and proudly cheap).
Today, as we took a hike through the hills above Santa Rosa, I thought: “Who knew men had menopause too?” Minus the hot flashes, the symptoms sound familiar (and the age is right).
Greg has Annie by the leash, which the two of them love because he allows her to chase squirrels until she just about gets ’em.
Suddenly, he’s talking about getting a mountain bike (a very expensive one) to help ease the pain.
And I think…”ah, here we go, that’s more like it—standard male mid-life crisis behavior.”
Shheew! The gender lines were getting a little too blurred there for a minute.
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