Awww Hell...

I've discussed at great length with several people the many reasons I know I'm getting old. The time of garden parties, my wavering relationship with alcohol, the need for a good set of steak knives, matching window treatments, luggage. Another is my innate inability to gain any weight or some form of muscle mass despite my best efforts to eat better, work out more, cut back on smoking, and stop inhaling cheap liquor like it's oxygen in liquid form. And the biggest catalyst in the sudden tipping of the scales from "growing up" to "getting old" is that last night it occurred to me that such programs like "The Tonight Show" or "The Late Show" were no longer my prime time television, but non-cable television goodies that I would really only get to watch from start to finish on a Friday night.
This got me thinking that maybe at 23 and 3 months old I had already reached my quarter life crisis. Upon further inspection of some of my latest escapades I realized that I was doing things that most people do during their midlife crisis. Let's look at this logically for a minute, ok? 1) I packed up most of my belongings and moved four hours away from home into a new state. 2) I have been trying to change my look for the better part of two or three months. 3) I've gotten a much larger tattoo in place of the smaller one I had originally opted for in that particular spot. 4) I'm trying to get my hands on a newer sportier car. 5) I'm having a come apart over a couple gray hairs. Now don't get me wrong I'm not running out to get my AARP membership or picking out grave plots or anything, but it kind of makes you think.
Saturday night in the ER (SIDE NOTE: There was no Dr. McDreamy, Dr. McSteamy, or George Clooney types at this hospital. However, the guy who brought me my discharge papers kind of looked like George from Grey's, but that's neither here nor there.) the nice young man from registration or whatever the hell he did came in and was asking me all kinds of questions and asked if I had a living will. To which I responded "No, should I?" The nice young inquisitive man responded "It's usually a good thing to have." (SIDE NOTE: Next time you are in the hospital and the question of religion comes up tell them you're a Scientologist and watch the hilarity ensue!). Why is the living will something that was obviously left out of our cirriculum growing up? If it's so important for us to have, why didn't I know about such a thing? Sure it's a little morbid to think about, but I mean you just never know. But then again what is the difference in a living will and just a will? I'm sure to most of you that's a really stupid question, but I am a little curious. If anyone out there has the answer, please enlighten me. Now the question I pose to all my readers in the 20-25 age bracket, am I the only one going through an early quarter life crisis? If not, tell me your experiences with it.