The Midlife Crisis Is a Myth. It’s Just Payday!

Somewhere along the line, society decided that when a man in his 40s or 50s buys a sports car and dates a woman who turns heads, he must be “going through something”.

A midlife crisis, they call it.
A wobble.
A breakdown.
A desperate grab at lost youth.

Let’s call it what it really is.
Absolute Bullshit!

Here’s the uncomfortable truth:
Men don’t suddenly wake up at 45 craving speed, beauty, status, and excitement.
We’ve wanted those things since puberty.

From the moment testosterone kicked the door in, the dream was always the same.
The car everyone looks at.
The woman everyone notices.
Freedom, power, vitality, confidence.

That dream never changes.

What changes is timing.

At 22, you might want a Porsche, but you’re driving a dented hatchback and arguing with your overdraft.

At 45, you’ve built something. Career. Business. Assets. Options.
Now suddenly, the Audi R8 Spyder or Porsche 911 GT3 Convertible isn’t fantasy.
It’s achievable.

That’s not a crisis.
That’s delayed gratification paying interest.

Somehow we’ve reached a point where men are expected to apologise for enjoying the rewards of decades of work.
As if success after 40 must come with a disclaimer.
As if desire has an expiry date.

Meanwhile, no one blinks when a 25-year-old buys something flashy on credit he can’t afford. That’s “ambition”.
But when a 50-year-old does it with cash?
That’s “concerning”.
I think it was Mike Lowry from Bad Boys that said it best!
"Don't hat the player, hate the game"

The irony is painful.

Let’s be clear about something else while we’re here.
This has nothing to do with Andropause or the natural drop in testosterone.

Low energy, poor sleep, low mood, loss of drive? Those are hormonal conversations.
Buying a fast car and dating someone attractive? That’s just a man enjoying the upside of being alive, capable, and successful.

Men don’t change their dreams at midlife.
They finally get access to them.

So maybe instead of mocking it, shaming it, or diagnosing it, we should call it what it is.

Not a crisis.
A milestone.

You didn’t lose the plot.
You just finally had the means to live it.



I'm 48 years old and I still can't afford those things, but when I can, I am getting a new Ducati, a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429, a 1978 Huey UH-1 and a Sunseeker Yacht. I have wanted these since I was 14 and will still want them until the day I can get them.