I think some people like to call it “denial”.
Some people, if you’re like me, prefer denial than waking up and realizing that some of your better years are behind you. This morning was one of those days: my 25th birthday.
Gone are the days when I could get slammed with friends and wake up and go to work, these days I am more likely to have a glass of one and an early night and still wake up hungover.
I’m old and I know it, and I’m still no wiser.
I’m going camping tommorrow night. Miss me.