I don’t know about you, but I for one am looking forward to my mid-life crisis. All 17 shrinks of mine say that coming to grips with the fact that it’s going to happen no matter what is half the battle, and that once complete acceptance is initiated, only then can true understanding come into effect. Let me explain.
Just because you suddenly find yourself in your 40s and are stuck in the same dead-end job with a house full of pissed-off teenagers, a mortgage that rivals Greece’s debt crisis, and a wife who has exchanged sexual interest for menopause doesn’t mean the world is falling down around your ears. This is a golden opportunity to let loose, man! You now have the ultimate scapegoat, and no one is going to argue with you about it, because the last thing anyone wants to see is a full-blown recreation of Michael Douglas’ roll in Falling Down.
Plus, having a bonafide excuse for your spending habits might be a great way to open your eyes up to a new hobby outside of drinking beer and watching sports reruns. Trust me on this one; nothing says, “Back-off man, I’m in the middle of a crisis here!” quite like a full-blown performance vehicle that has the insurance deductible rates of an ex-Soviet jetliner for beginner pilots.
You’ll notice that we also have omitted Porsche and Ferrari from today’s list — both of these brands bare the weight of every mid-life crisis joke out there, and we feel they’ve already gotten their time in the limelight as high horsepower examples of overcompensation.