I’m in college, and in my early twenties, but yet I feel like I resemble that of someone who is getting ready to retire.
Just a couple years ago I was crazy, going out all the time, meeting strangers, dancing the night away. You know the whole shebang. But now I dread going out. I don’t want to do it, I would much rather stay inside and watch movies.
My friends make fun of me, and call me a stick in the mud, or that I’m boring. Which I am both of those. Maybe I just got it all out of my system, or maybe I’m in a different phase. Either way, I don’t know, or particularly care.
But I’m not sure when it happened. It’s like I woke up one morning and decided I was done with the young lifestyle. It is a very weird strain of events, and as much as I don’t care it happened I do want to know when.