Sometimes I wonder if someone had told my 17/18 year old self that clubbing and being all excited over little things would no longer excite me at some point, I’m sure she wouldn’t agree. But whether we like it or not, it’s life. It’s growth. And that’s one of the things growth does to you, so inevitable.
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I am a mature man who no longer enjoys listening to heavy metal and hard rock music because of my hearing impairment. I now only listen to classical music and the occasional pop songs from the past. I no longer enjoy watching all those ridiculous action-oriented and violent movies that I used to enjoy watching at the cinema. I don’t waste my money on adult girlie magazines anymore or gawk at naked young women who do disgusting things to their bodies. However, this doesn’t mean I am dead. I still enjoy looking at attractive over thirty, mature intelligent women. I seem to be more stimulated by intellectual women rather than gawk at pretentious shallow young women who are insecure and stupid.
I was never that much of a club person to begin with, but they were quite a bit of fun from time to time. A good way to meet people, hook up sometimes, it was part and parcel of the social scene in finance internships. But now, it’s just like, “why”. I still like to go out, I just now choose a nice restaurant and a nice jazz club or something similar. A quiet speakeasy with soft lights and sweet music. I have a great group of friends and a wonderful boyfriend, I don’t need to hookup any longer. If we do have sex with other people we have a circle of friends we know and trust to do so with. I was never a heavy drinker, I don’t do anything that messes with mental processing too much, so that’s not a loss.
I find that the desire to do anything wild, crazy, or spontaneous by myself or with friends is pretty much gone. All I want is to do that stuff with my boyfriend and nobody else.