No! I’m not going to keep feeling like I am missing out or “lame” because I am no longer the party animal I once was. This isn’t anyone’s doing - my friends who are still wild understand that I am not. It’s me clinging on to who I was before.
It’s true: one time, I was fun. Now my idea of fun is waking up extra early so I can physically put more coffee in my body.
Also, I think by “regular” standards I’m still pretty fun. I live in a fun place. I keep up with The Funz.
So, Hello_My_Lover, forgive thyself. You are a mere mortal who doesn’t want to stay up late anymore.
What do you need to forgive yourself for?