Have you ever been somewhere and immediately felt like going was a mistake and wanted to go home? That’s exactly how I felt on Saturday night.
At some point during the early part of 2015, I decided being out in the clubs every week was no longer for me. I mean, what was I out here ‘turning up’ celebrating?
I was getting stupid drunk to go home to an empty bed full of emotions, getting into ‘disagreements’ because people don’t know how to act under the influence, spending money that I could be saving for travel… This shit wasn’t fun anymore. Heck, it hadn’t been for a long time.
At one point I found myself stood in the middle of the dance floor writing notes for this post, wondering if I could get away with drafting it whilst everyone around me was dab’n and dancing away. I’m not sure if it was the crowd or if I really am past all of this raving shit but I was quickly reminded why I spend my weekends indoors… It’s where I’d rather be.
I’m all about surrounding myself with like-minded people. People who have similar interests and goals as me, good conversation, building and excelling. I no longer want to waste time with people, situations or things that don’t serve a purpose and that’s why I quickly reminded myself not to make this mistake again.
I’m not judging anyone who enjoys what I no longer do, different strokes for different folks and all that, but you also shouldn’t judge me for always staying unapologetically true to myself.
Call me boring, call me old – call me what you like. My mind, body and soul just isn’t in this anymore, and I’m ok with that.