Recently, as always seems the way, I was reminded that I’m not as young as I used to be. This is not the first time this has happened to me, but over time I seem to forget and need a subtle reminder. When I say subtle, its more like being hit in the head by a brick, that’s been shot out of a cannon!
I’ve always through that I’m capable of running with the young bucks, able to keep pace and still be going when they are ready to give up. While this dream is all good and well, the reality is inevitably different. As I get older, it isn’t the running that I struggle with (although the late-night scene isn’t what it used to be), it is the recovery that brings me unstuck. My body doesn’t react well to such things and rightly so, after all, there is a reason I’ve switched to craft beer! In all seriousness, my latest venture into the dark hours have shown me what has changed over time.
Most people seem to young to be drinking.
I’m not saying all people look to young to be out drinking, but there are some out there that do look to young, or I’m just getting too old, its one of the two and more likely the second option. No, what I’m talking about is from a social/ maturity standpoint. This is an odd one to portray into words but ill give it a go. It seems that there are a lot of younger people who want to go out and drink, as you do when you’re young. However, few seemed to be enjoying themselves. Most looked bored as hell and almost trapped in the social circle, too afraid to branch out and do the simple stuff…… like talk to someone. Maybe it’s a sign of the times, and if so, we’re all fucked!
Security guards are still arseholes.
Look, I get it, there are lot of drunk jerks to deal with each night and that can wear thin after a while. But, not all of us are being jerks, so don’t need to be treated like shit. Learn some humility lads before humility breaks your nose!
On a side note, what’s happened to all the massive man mountain bouncers, have they all retired or something? Some of these security kids need to go and lift some weight, I thought someone had hung a security shirt on a lamp post…….that was until it talked to me and I realised it was a person…..or I was really drunk and seeing things, which is plausible.
There are still nice people out there.
They are still out there, trust me on this, not everyone has their head up their own arse, except for those noted in point 2.
As I age, I find myself drawn to different people than I probably would have associated with then I was younger. This is a good thing, as I no longer get caught up in drama. There’s no more taking hits for other people’s fuck ups or have lengthy drunken arguments with fucktards. So, it was refreshing to see there are still a lot of nice friendly people out there. People who only want to have a good time and enjoy good company. Striking up a conversation can be hard when everyone is staring at their phones, but there is the odd chance they look up and start engaging.
Eating is an underrated
This is my own doing, but it seemed like I spent half the night looking for something to eat. There were opportunities along the way, but for unknown reasons I didn’t take them. Maybe I didn’t want to seem out of place, maybe I was unknowingly complying with the social standard…… who knows!
So, my top tip is to eat regularly… and no, sambuca shots are not food!
I’m too old for this shit.
Roger Murtaugh was onto something when he spoke those famous words, “I’m too old for this shit” ….. I feel ya Roger, I really really do! I was reminded time and time again why in too old for this shit. From feeling like everyone’s father, to regularly complaining about the music quality and needing to pee all the time, I truly am too old for this shit!
But you know what?
I’m not even sad, it’s a good thing that I’m too old for the night life now. It’s a young man’s game, I no longer have a piece on the board, and I don’t even care.
Because it isn’t my scene now, it belongs to the young bucks, I’ve got other shit to do with my time. Things like work on myself, lead my family, write and contribute to the broader community. These things may sound lame to some, but once you’ve wondered the earth for as long as I have, you’ll realise they are not.
I don’t think the issue should ever be what happens when time catches up with you. The issue should always be, what will you have done when the time comes. We all choose our path in life, and hence, we choose how we spend our time. I know mine will no longer be spent in pursuit of what is no longer mine. And the night life (especially late-night life) is no longer my time.
And I’m happy with that.
……. ’til next time, cheers!