The Boring Things Are Actually the Best Parts of Your Life
The actual truth about the high of exciting things
Lost in the bleary haze of the alcohol rushing through my veins amidst the blasting music and rapidly blinking lights, my body flounders on the club’s floor.
Shot after shot of eye-wateringly pungent rum. Group after group of dancing bodies. Visit after washroom visit of peeing and resetting my pomaded hair.
The hours whizz by and the night grows older.
After an hour or two of wandering the streets spouting gibberish, we grab some steaming shawarma and crash into the musty bed of our motel room.
Post a skull-hammering blink of sleep and a breakfast of fancy scrambled eggs, we head back to college — and regular “mundane” life.
Had my first clubbing experience been memorable? Heck yes, but does it now rank anywhere in the top highlights of my life?
Heck no.
Highs Are Just that — “Highs”
Compared to 100, 20 is a small number. But pitted against 1? It’s magnitudes larger.
Highs are like 100s — their ephemeral pleasure casts a dark shroud on our otherwise “regular” 20-lives. But what we forget is there are tons of people…
