I hadn't been since November so I was psyched to let my hair down and be wooed by randy, drunk men.
I drank too much, danced terribly and pushed my way through crowds of people to get more drinks and do more dancing.
Then it hit me -
It's always the same.
The same places, the same vibe, the same everything. And I was getting bored with it.
But it wasn't the same.
- No longer do I appreciate a grope from behind by a guy I don't know/can't see and how doesn't know (or care) who I am.
- I'm questioning the ages of some of the men in the club, thinking they look way to young to be on a night out; even though I'm only 20 myself.
- My brain goggles don't seem to be working as well as they used to (or maybe I've become more stuck-up) and the calibre of men nowadays wasn't as good as when I was 18.
- While I'm a free, happy, innocent soul, who hasn't had a bad one might stand with a random club goer, the same cannot be said for some of my friends; so drinking alcohol and being in a club setting, brings back the shame and regretful feelings and instead of being happy, go-getters - they turn to depressed, shameful cherubs - who don't dance, smile and are known to cry on occasion. The clubbing mood hasn't been the same since.
- I feel more like a babysitter now, than a young adult having a fun night out. Most of this is due to the point above.
- Money, money, money; every time I reach for that plastic and paper my heart cries a little.
- Smaller group. When I was younger, we used to grab everyone I know, and we'd all head out - about 5 or more of us. Nowadays it's never more than three, and it's not as fun when there's not as many as you.
For the last few times I've gone clubbing (or even just out to a pub) I've come away with more negatives than positives.
Maybe I'm starting to get too old for that scene. Or maybe (shock horror) I've become too mature for that type of crap.
Next time (if there is one) I'll stick to playing pool in the corner instead - yeah, I think that's a good idea.
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