Float On

I crawled into bed at 6:25am this morning feeling that I am definitively too old for this shit. I had gone out drinking to celebrate a friend's 30th and ended up in a club in Kings Cross with many of the city's young and vibrant people. I cast an envious glance over at the snoggers and the dancers. I've had fear of missing out before FOMO was a thing. For some reason, I've always associated this sort of thing with living life to the fullest. The reality is that I've always found socialising in large groups to be mentally exhausting and I can never enjoy myself as much as need to to justify staying out into the wee small hours of the morning.

I bought a McDonalds, experienced the novelty of catching a Night Tube* and went home alone.

*What appeared to be the last Night Tube too, as the departures board indicating a second Victoria Line train in a harrowing 47 minutes time.

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