I Think I'm Officially An Adult Now

So, I went out to our usual dance spot last night and realized that A. it was lame, B. people are ridiculous, and C. I much rather would've preferred to be at home in my pajamas and in bed. Now, don't get me wrong, it's fun to go out to these kinds of places once in a while because sometimes, when everything falls into place, it could be the greatest night of your life. Sometimes you have a big group and everyone is just in the mood to go crazy and you meet some really fun people and stay out until 4am without even realizing it. Those nights are great....but far and few between.
I don't know if it was because I had a long and stressful week, or lacked sleep, but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get into it. By 1am I thought, "what's the point of staying up when I could be sleeping?" Why do I want to stand around and waste money on alcohol and get hit on by guys from Long Island/Staten Island who I have no interest in? It seems like a giant waste of time, money and energy even though it makes for good stories later on.
I also can't drink as much as I used to, or really WANT to drink as much as I used to. That feeling of being out of control or wanting to throw up or feeling like shit for the next 36 hours has no appeal anymore. It still happens every once in a while but I'm more conscious of how much I drink and when I'm getting to the point where I'm going to need to recover for the next 2 days. I don't like that feeling.

I would rather stay at home and watch TV or play board games. I don't want to do it everyday, but I'm okay with partaking in those activities most of the time. It's even better when you have good company who enjoy those things as well. I think I finally understand what my older friends have been talking about. They always complain that they can't stay out late anymore, or drink as much as they used to or tell me about how they fall asleep on the couch at 8pm. I think I get it. Cuz one day you realize, that you need to do things that are meaningful and stop wasting time with things that have no real importance. Because playing ConnectFour on a Saturday night the weekend of Halloween can probably provide you with better memories than pushing your way through a crowded bar to get to the dance floor can.

I Know And I Wish I Didn't

You know what's awkward? When you're in the bathroom with a coworker and become privy to the fact that they do not wash their hands before leaving. Now, whenever you see them, all you do is think about their dirty hands. There's that moment when they hand you something and you're stuck thinking "huum, did they wash their hands? What's being transferred to me from that paper? Should I just have them put it down or should I just take it from them".

Ah, people. Damn you for making me have these thoughts.

Temptation is Tempting

Back in June, I went to get money from an ATM in Citibank and saw that the last person didn’t log off their account. It asked me where I wanted to withdraw money from. After staring at the screen for about 30 seconds, I pushed the log off button. This also just happened to be the day I took most of my savings for the new apartment. Were the powers that be testing me? I was tempted. I’m not going to lie. Even a few hundred would have made me feel better. Instead, I did the decent thing and closed it. Hopefully I’ll get rewarded later on in life for my good deed.

If that wasn’t bad enough, it happened again at a different Citibank location the very next day. I just laughed and logged off. Temptation is tempting. And coincidence does not exist.

Freedom For A Whopper

I got locked in a Burger King once. It was around 9pm. I really wanted fast food after class so I decided to stop by on my way home. I went in, there were a few people in there, ordered my food, waited, got it then, when I went to the door to leave, I found it locked. I go to the other door and it's locked. I went to the counter and said "are all the doors locked?!"
The lady looks at me blankly and said "you want to leave?" I say, “yeah, I want to leave!”. She finally came around and lets me out. I walked home really confused and texted my sister immediately. I was hoping she could tell me what had just happened because I still can’t figure it out.