Midlife Reflection Pillows

"You should do something brilliant, before it's too late."

'Push'n 50, but ya still got it!!'

The Male Biological Clock.

'Looks like I can't afford my midlife crises until I'm 70.'

"My narrative have so arc."

Man in pub: 'My memory's not good, but didn't this pub used to be full of long-haired youths?'

'One thing wrong with the younger generation, we don't belong to it anymore.'

"I can't help but think that things might have turned out differently if we had never met."

"He used to be much more adventurous..."

"My salad days have all turned to coleslaw..."

"Great... I'm roughly 60% wet"

'Let's face it George: we're not spring chickens anymore...'

"This car is very fast and very expensive. Just how bad is your midlife crisis?"

Rambler encounters an existential signpost.

'We're almost forty. Shouldn't we have a car or something?'

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, go to hell."

Gals! Are you entering you 'goddess' years?

A man sprays his bald head with "Spray Hair" to make it seem as thought he has hair.

'Good news. Forty is the new twelve.'

'Is that all you can do Just sitting there watching your old movies'

'Brother, the Lord takes a very dim view of the comb-over.'

Car travelling through a 'Midlife Park' with people knitting and reading the paper.

'When I was a child, I enjoyed childish things. When I became a man, I put away childish things. But when I became a middle-aged man, I got out those childish things and started playing with them again.'

'I'm middle aged.' 'You'll grow out of it!'

'It's quite common with men your age. You've got a silver duct tapeworm.'

'Take a good look, Junior. When I was your age, I was 'Fun Size,' too.'

Now that he had done all the big adult stuff, maybe everybody would just leave him alone.

The highway of life, so far.

The Peak of Life

Getting older is...making noises whenever you bend down or get back up.

"Wasn't I lovely then eh, Tiddles?"

"I preferred you when you had long hair, Tom."

Even as he tries to let go, youth clings to Prof. Hills

Eileen's fear of aging follows wherever she goes.

The summer of her 39th year, Eleanor could be found most evenings on a hill (known locally as Robert's Hump) doing aerobics of her own devising.