The wife’s out of town for the holiday. I’ve got my run of the house, the city, and the clubs. What do I do? I blow off my friends, both Friday and Saturday nights, because I don’t feel like going out anymore. I’m not even sad about it. I woke up automatically at 4:30 AM this morning, like I do every morning, and I promptly cleaned the fucking house top-to-bottom. Neighbors must think I’m doing meth. There’s no other explanation for behavior like that. Hard drugs. I didn’t clean because I needed to, or because my wife asked me to, but because it was driving me crazy (and it wasn’t even in bad shape). Seriously, what the hell has happened to me? I’m barely 30. The first time I catch myself thinking that Dockers are nice looking trousers, I’m riding my recumbant off the side of a cliff. Does cycling turn you into a pansy? What happened to my soul?
Need more information… do you wear black socks with white tennis shoes? (My good friend told me that if and when I catch him doing that to just shoot him and put him out of his misery!)
Heyl no. Wait. Do black cycling socks with white(ish) running shoes count?
I ride my recumbent wearing black socks, white tennis shoes, and Dockers.
Is this a fashion faux pa?
i feel the same way … just turned 31 and i feel like a domestic schlep. a decade ago, i was a hip ‘alternative’ ‘extreme’ ‘gen xer’. now, i’m a married goombah with a harry potter fetish. pitiful, eh?
i try to stay true to my roots with a few tats, a piercing, and a pair of Doc Martens. i wonder what the 15 year old punks wearing misfits t-shirts think of the old guy thumbing thru Maximum Rock n Roll at B-n-N … except i was into the misfits when glenn was still the frontman and i’ve actually met Jerry Only!
peace out, my brother. aging gracefully is a bitch.
Join the club. At 31 I’m certainly not old, nor do I feel it. But at some point (not sure exactly when) going out until all hours of the night, drinking till you puke and then sleeping to noon just wasn’t fun anymore. And I also find myself cleaning the house when my wife goes out of town. Crazy.
can you elaborate on your aging story a bit more? i’ll copy it and send it weezer’s way. i’m sure they’ll be able to turn it into a great chorus.
At least you have a wife. At least you have friends, too.
exactly. love the irony
Cycling turned me into a slob. I think it is other influences that turned you into the cleaning fiend.
Could I have what you got?
No worries. You’re only 30…another 15 years or so and you’ll be in deep into a full-on mid-life crisis and be regressing at a remarkable rate.
You’ll never really be hip again, but by then you’ll have lost the ability to realize it. 
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That is strange. I have got post Ironman-too much time on my hands disorder. I actually swept our floors yesterday. Weird.
I know I’ve got it good - wouldn’t trade it for anything. However, there’s something that Ministry’s A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste cd says to you that can’t be said in any other way. My wife doesn’t speak that language, but that’s ok. I presume we’re of the same musical era?
Interesting that all the married guys take the opportunity to clean the house when the wife is gone! What can this mean about modern women?
Why didn’t you put in an epic training day? Cleaning house? What’s up with that?
Let’s see, yesterday I went skate skiing, did a ride on the rollers, then went to the indoor climbing gym. This morning I went to yoga and lifted weights. Probably do another roller ride after I eat. However, this is why I haven’t done any epic training days this holiday (and there’s much more snow on the way):
Shortly after I got married I was listening to Jesus and Mary Chains first cd in the living room. It was blasting. My wife walked in with a sour look on her face and asked if the tereo was broken.
For a second there I was thinking how much I missed the snow…then I looked outside to the sunny, 64F day and realized I was being stupid.
Funny, I’m 41, Friday night, I went out to a dinner for a friend getting married next week. We ended up a t a dance club near the restaurant wher we met. I suddenly felt very old. I don’t like rap very much, and I felt like I was checking up on my daughter (even though I don’t have one!).
“What can this mean about modern women?”
It means we like to share the fun ;).