Part I
I spoke with several people about the supposed phenomenon that occurs sometime during a young person's transition from college to what I reluctantly call 'the real world'. I very spitefully accept that my cohort seems to feel that somehow people who are 0-22 years old are not real people. This phenomenon can be described as the transition from 'cool' to 'lame' or 'whack'. In my own personal experience, it's not that I won't go out and party but I have lost the interest. I'd rather spend my weekend traveling somewhere, seeing new movies, sleeping, trying news foods, etc.
By no means has alcohol lost its sloppy appeal but other things are just more appealing now and I mean now in a sense that the present is more valuable because I have less present to myself. While in college, the entire present was mine and for what I decided. Now I have to make a living...or I will die. Coming into work or attempting to do so hungover or otherwise disheveled from the activities of the night before not only brings me closer to dying but it also just isn't fun. It was fine to drink forever one night and evade class the following day in order to get well and still graduate...but I can't evade work and still get paid. I actually have to perform to get what I want AND need. How ridiculous is it that that's the bottom line?
Perhaps, it's just a couple thing. I have evidence for this. Most of my current post-grad friends who are single are very much bound but only to themselves and their own social wishes. Some drink like fishes still and others just spend hours reading or working out. Their habits have not changed much because they are not accommodating the interest of a lover and the ensuing circle of friends that comes with a lover. Unless someone is in an abusive relationship, I am not insinuating that having a lover is binding. However, with (healthy) couples there seems to be a place where both people have encased a space of mutuality so that things can be done together and enjoyed together. This is also the space where, the real world aside, both people are entirely free to be themselves. People change us; we are not the same with every friend, acquaintance, or lover. Is it because I am in a relationship that my college and single ways of behaving have become completely obsolete? Perhaps because I am 100% happy with my boyfriend I don't feel the need to waste away in obliteration every night. I repeat, I am not against dranking.
If it's not a couple thing or a single thing to party or not party, wouldn't it be too judgmental to say it's a matter of maturity level? How can I hate on someone for doing what they wanna do? And since when is it a crime to party when you are mature? A sister of mine has suggested that we don't party as often because we are secure. There's no need to market ourselves in the artificial microcosm that is the club or the bar.
My relationship aside, I have generally lost interest in the party scene and the sheer inconvenience of it. For this I am lame. For growing up I am whack...but I can honestly say that I am happy. I am exploring, paving roads, and tearing down old structures. While I am sure I'd enjoy going back a few years to my more careless times to recreate ruckus...I realized this past weekend that I can still have that.
Part II
Having decent friends is part of this whole real world debacle. There are no friendships like the ones in college because its becoming harder to facilitate relationships and meet people...because the streets are no longer lined with people that are all my age and bearing the same weights. Now, I butt heads with any and everyone and they all boast different burdens and brains.
As a female there's nothing of the same value as connecting with other sterling women. When I reunited with some of the greatest females I've ever met this weekend, I felt overjoyed. I was able to be myself around them and we have history; familiarity can be a beautiful thing. Having decent female friends has always been a struggle for me. This weekend I really felt I was around good people and I had a good time. It was good on so many levels. Of course I had a good time with my boopiece as always but I had a good time just letting loose and being entirely feminine and crazy. I took too many pictures, drank too much, my dress too short, my heels too high.
On Sunday, I met up with another friend in a more academic environment at the Met. Minus craziness, I was able to be girlesque with her...complain about working too hard, walking too much, and boys being too stupid.
I'd love it if these women lived within 10 minutes of me, we'd be so ride or die. They are hours away but even from afar, I love them. I love who they are and who they make me. The real world is not that bad after all.
As a female there's nothing of the same value as connecting with other sterling women. When I reunited with some of the greatest females I've ever met this weekend, I felt overjoyed. I was able to be myself around them and we have history; familiarity can be a beautiful thing. Having decent female friends has always been a struggle for me. This weekend I really felt I was around good people and I had a good time. It was good on so many levels. Of course I had a good time with my boopiece as always but I had a good time just letting loose and being entirely feminine and crazy. I took too many pictures, drank too much, my dress too short, my heels too high.
On Sunday, I met up with another friend in a more academic environment at the Met. Minus craziness, I was able to be girlesque with her...complain about working too hard, walking too much, and boys being too stupid.
I'd love it if these women lived within 10 minutes of me, we'd be so ride or die. They are hours away but even from afar, I love them. I love who they are and who they make me. The real world is not that bad after all.
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