Finally a freak no more

The one thing I like about getting older is that it becomes perfectly acceptable to have quiet weekends spent at home doing absolutely nothing. When I was younger most people/friends expects one to be out and about every waking moment of the weekend. How exhausting, right?

I finally don’t have to act as if I’m a normal person and whilst pretending to enjoy myself. At parties I find it particularly hard as I sometimes need to go to the bathroom just to give myself a time out from the crowd. But with age comes confidence and I don’t feel the constant pressure to apologise to wanting to go home early. I get to decide when is enough. Clubbing is something I now only do occasionally. I’d rather be in a restaurant or pub with a few close friends.

I answer only to myself and my happiness (not pleasing others) is what is most important to me.

Happiness - photo of coffee shop window
Happiness - photo of coffee shop window