I think I contracted my irrational fear much like an STD. I must have picked it up sometime in college and, for the life of me, I don’t know who gave it to me. One moment I was a very “present” Birkenstocked 18-year-old, and the next thing I know I’m a 25-year-old with anxiety over a nest egg. I’ve always been precocious, but a mid-life crisis before the age of 30 strikes me as excessive.
It seems these days most pre-weds* have cultivated some sort of irrational fear.
* Pre-weds: shortening of Pre-Wedding; the 20 and 30-somethings who used to be “yuppies”—young professionals—though they may not be particularly “young,” and in this economy, many of them are no longer “professionals.” [ . . . ] Continue »
