I feel old.

I’ve always been told I’m mature for my age and throughout my school years that was a bad thing as I didn’t really relate to any of my classmates.  However, since I’ve moved to the city I’ve met a variety of people of various ages and things have been good.  Except at home.

My apartment complex has mostly people in the 18-24 demographic, like myself.  However, this creates the usual problems you’d encounter with a bunch of young people in one building, some of them living on their own for the very first time.  Mainly, a lot of people are drinking and going out partying frequently.  They come in at odd hours of the night and morning and are loud, as drunks tend to be.  This wouldn’t be so bad if they would confine their revelry to weekends, when I don’t have to get up early in the morning.  However, they seem to feel the need to go out several times a week, even on weeknights to go and get smashed.

So basically I’ve been left thinking: get off my lawn, youngin’s.  Don’t you have anything better to do than go out 5 times a week and get drunk?  Don’t you have jobs or educational responsibilites at the very least?  How the hell do you have the money to do this?  Alcohol is expensive!  Why do you feel the need to drink in order to have fun?

Yep, I still feel old.  And extremely grumpy but that may have more to do with being woken up at 3 in the morning because two drunk girls were arguing about money outside my apartment.  For 30 minutes, becoming increasingly incoherent with each passing minute.  It might have been funny if it wasn’t 3 in the morning.

So how has your weekend been?  Hopefully a lot more peaceful than mine.