Friday Nights In

I'm getting old. Like, upsettingly old. Once upon a time I would've considered the idea of a quiet Friday night in heretical, and decried the notion that I might spend one such evening that way as blasphemeous and a grave personal insult. But now here I am, an alleged adult, living in accomodation that's not being paid for by my parents, enjoying a beer by myself on a Friday night.

And I am loving it - which is how I know I'm old. For all the worry I may have had during the week about my career, my bank balance, my social and love lives, and all the assumptions I made that progression in those things would make me happy - evidently that's unnecessary. This evening, even if it might sound 'depressing' to an observer, has brought me a lot of joy - simply playing video games and drinking Staropramen on my own.

It's served as an important reminder that happiness is far less complicated than I always think it is - it's just well concealed. Na zdraví.