Hangovers last for an entire day. They can even last two days.
All of your friends are getting engaged, planning weddings, having kids, and here you are, stuck with a two-day hangover and a washcloth on your forehead.
Your metabolism slows down. Causing a host of problems (see: reason 1)
People, who are younger than you, complain about being old.
You realize that there are a set of people who are currently an age that you have already passed, and they are seemingly useless in every way. And don’t know the right or proper way to do things. Manners, people.
Staying in on a Friday night is a reward, not a punishment
But, here are the plusses:
You know how to cook. Real meals – entire meals, and sometimes for company.
You know better. And you don’t have to give a fuck. Because you know better.
You have taste. It has been crafted with time. And since you know what you like, you don’t waste your damn time.
You have real friends that you want to hang with all the time, and you got rid of the assholes, haters, and flakers.
You know yourself, who you are, and that other people can rely on you.
Well, see you on the other side, kids. Until you get to our level, being the upper half of our twenties and not giving a shit, you’d do well to keep out of our way. This is Kitty, signing out.