littlepenguin
Bluelighter
Another thing: I now totally understand the phrase "youth is wasted on the young.
yer gawd dang right it is. I just said this to my mum the other day, and she laughed and agreed.
Starting around 23. people start getting married/getting into serious relationships and having babies. Both of those, in most relationships = less/no time for anyone except your spawn and your significant other. Especially if you own a house...there's SO much to do. It sometimes seems like the only thing I do is work - go to work, and come home and work. Paint the house. Clean. Dishes. etc etc. However, (besides cleaning toilettes) I truly enjoy 'home improvement' crap. I have worked my ass off for what I have, and I like to have it nice, and paint it pretty colors, and make it all comfy. Had you asked me this a few years ago, I'd have said the future me was fucking nuts.
I find myself longing for solitude in compairison of the days of the past where I couldn't wait to get the hell out of work so I could go meet my friends and party. Now, sometimes, it seems like making plans with someone is almost a chore - something that HAS to be done, when it used to be 100% want to. My bestest friend and I used to talk on the phone once or twice a day, and minimum we would see eachother twice a week...bare minimum. Now, I am lucky if I see her once a month. She got married, I got into a relationship, we both busy as hell with our demanding jobs, and both of us agree that after a day of work, nothing sounds more appealing than stretchy pants and the couch.
I also think money has a lot to do with things changing. As you get older, time moves really fuckin' fast. You realize that there's a significant time spent at work/working and making money to live. For those, like me, who are not filthy rich, in times of famine, I couldn't go out even if I wanted to, because there's no extra money, it is going towards bills, savings, home improvements, food, rent...blah blah blah. Now, a few years ago, I'd have said "ah shit, I'm broke, I can't go out." and whomever on the phone would say "hell no get your ass out here I got ya!!" and I'd have been out the door. Now, no way. Hell, I quit drinking because I don't have time for hangovers!!!
ah shit I'm getting old!
