February 9th 2015
Today, I have just got back from a night out, my first night out in Cardiff this (calendar) year. And I felt old. I felt old because there were groups of girls that were clearly about 17. 4 years younger than me. And we bumped into someone my flatmate knows that is actually 16. 5 years younger than me. And I felt old.
I’m so done with the lifestyle of going out and getting drunk three times a week. The drinks are expensive, the music is bad, and the crowd is young. I’ve gotten to the point that I feel ancient in the crowd, and that the crowd is full of first and second years, with us third years being like someone invited their parents out. I’m past the point of wanting to get drunk, although I am, but the whole scene doesn’t appeal to me any more.
Until tomorrow, when I’ll be even older.