When it comes to enjoying my young adulthood, I think I’ve had a great run so far. But I realized that at some point it has to come to an end, at least in its traditional, lauded drunken form.
[above are some of the best examples of my heyday, though I'm sure they're nothing compared to yours]
In high school it’s a common goal to be seen with the popular & pretty crowd, except that we only get four years to try. If you stick around any longer, you just might get arrested.
In post-grad adult life you get all the time in the world to try to be seen with beautiful people. It’s high school all over again, except with more vodka, better income and, unfortunately, no inevitable structural change to force you to move on (i.e. graduation). “21+” has a huge “plus” attached, which leaves the door open just a little too long.
It’s interesting to see older people keep trying to pound the drinks and dance and post pictures of their “exploits” and perceived debauchery. While the occasional party is perfectly acceptable, it’s those who seem to press and still go regularly that I worry about. A lot of the time it’s those folks who, I’d found out, want to make up for lack of social success earlier on, or whose idea of entertainment hasn’t quite evolved.
Yeah, that’s me and mah boyz getting bottle service!!! OMG we’re going to Vegasssssssss!!! Dude, when are you gonna invite me to one of those Asian parties you’re always at???
Because after a while it gets a bit… awkward. Not too long ago, a girl at a club asked me “so, what grade are you in?” A little later, as I was explaining to someone that I graduated from high school in 2000, she asked “2000-what?”
When the time comes, you’ll know.
