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I think I've lost the will to party hard. To be honest, I never had a really strong conviction that partying was all that great anyway, but age and wisdom and introversion have confirmed my innate belief. Things just aren't the same any more. I can't drink to the last and stay awake to the last - it's one or the other. God, I wish I could live my life from dusk til dawn and sleep in the afternoon.
I was talking to some work friends while drunk. I do remember what was said on both sides but I'm not at liberty to repeat it here. But instead of relishing and feeding off the newfound (albeit drunkenly contrived) intimacy, I fell asleep because I let alcohol control me. As a consequence, I probably missed the ripest aspects of their personalities because those uninhibited portraits emerged during my uneasy, head-spinning nap.
Shame. It's only a matter of time before I disintegrate (like David Hasselhoff? I hope not). I have to keep a tight eye on consumption and pay more attention to the world because if I don't I'll lose it in the worst way possible - through apathy.
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