Yeah, thing I learned is, adult responsibility aside, everyone is so immersed in their own life, writing a story that’s old as they are. When we were young, there were so many more blank pages, so many new faces, so much less monotony, so much less disturbances. Even if we had the free time, would it really be the same?

Being told this all through my 20s I was terrified of getting older and being super lonely.

What those people didn’t tell is that as you get older, your desires change. Like… it was fun hanging out with my friends playing games and chilling all day during school/university. I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.

But these days I’d much rather spend time with my wife and son. And I suspect it’s the same for my old friends, which is why we only hang out once in 6 weeks.

It seems like it would be a lot easier for you to be friends irl with me. Just text: ‘Pints?’ and I’ll be on my merry way.