Tuesday 15 February 2011

24 Going on 64

I officially feel old. I am only 24 and feel 64. Whereas other people my age are going out, getting drunk I feel like a social leper.


I fondly talk about nights out when I was 18 like my Granddad talks about his childhood days in World War Two. My crazy nights out when I was 18 were only six years ago.


I will admit that I cannot go out as much as I did when I was at Uni, I was out practically every Friday and Saturday, every other Monday and maybe the odd night in the week. I can't afford it (I'm not entirely sure how I afforded it then to be honest) but I don't think my liver could take it. I can't really handle my drink in the same way as I used to, I could drink a lot back then but now a couple of glasses of wine and I'm out for the count.


Don’t get me wrong I do love going out, I love dancing and socialising and of course the odd tipple but now I feel like a middle aged woman who never goes out except for special occasions. I'm jealous of those people who go out on a whim, the best nights out I have had have been on those occasions.


I don't know, maybe I'm just feeling nostalgic for those old nights out, or maybe it just feels like everyone is going out and I'm left indoors watching My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding.


I need a job so that I can get money and go out, just so in a couple of months I can bored and relish the days I never went out.

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