Dude, that’s my youth

I’m not entirely sure when it happened. Not so long ago, I think. I can certainly still remember it being here. But then again, it does seem pretty far away now. Damn I miss being young. Or at least feeling young.

Youth is like a beautiful flower that should be cherished and allowed to blossom until the inevitable first frost comes and takes it away. Ok, that’s bollocks, but still, it was good to be young. The trouble is, you never realise how good you have it until it’s gone.

I suppose it comes with the age, but suddenly I find myself feeling very old when people I used to sit next to in school are buying cars and apartments all around me. It feels as if I’m the only fool not moving on with my life. But the fact is that I don’t particularly need a car or an apartment of my own. So why can’t I spend my money in the pub instead.

The sad thing is that more and more often I find that I’m in that pub alone, while my friends are enjoying their new cars and apartments. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I just wish people realised that if you buy a house it doesn’t mean you are never allowed to leave it. It’s not like entering the Big Brother house.

Ok, I’m starting to sound like an old git again. Time to go to the pub, and find someone drunk enough to listen to my whining. Cheers!