Repost: “I’m Not a Twenty-Something Grandma, I Just Have My Shit Together”

I’m well aware that your twenties are all about letting loose, having fun, and partying with my friends.

Trust me, I have no problem enjoying myself. I simply refuse (in most cases) to do it on Friday night. Call me lame, call me anti-social or call me a grandma, I don’t care.

By the time Friday rolls around I’ve endured 5 straight days of a 9-5, I’m fucking exhausted.

Frustration with my boss, annoyance with clients, and drama with coworkers all leave me feeling like I got hit by a damn Mack Truck!

My feet hurt, my brain hurts and the last thing I want to do when I finally plop down on my couch is get up again, let alone put on makeup and some cute shoes.

After working so hard all week I deserve a night on my couch where I don’t have to give a fuck!

Except for the occasional drink covered by the sleazy guy at the bar, going out every weekend is an expensive habit.

Call me old fashioned, but budgeting is a thing. I prefer to save my money and spend it on things that are a bit more practical.

Missing one Friday night is not the end of the world. I have plenty of friends and I have no trouble making more. Staying in doesn’t mean I can’t still be a social butterfly. There is such a thing as friends coming to my apartment to relax.

What’s better than wine, gossip and a movie from your own couch?

I pride myself on not caring what people think of me, and that means I don’t need to go out just to say that I did. The “pics or it didn’t happen” mentality lends itself nicely to perfectly posed snap stories of everyone’s social lives, but my self-worth isn’t tied to my snapchat views.

And #sorrynotsorry- but I’m just too fucking tired to look Instagram-good on a Friday night.

For me, sleep isn’t just preferable, it’s necessary. I’m not one of those people who is willing to sacrifice some shut-eye for a good time. When I don’t get enough sleep, I’m a miserable monster.

I’d rather secure a hefty night sleep on Friday so I can actually enjoy the rest of my weekend.

Don’t assume that since I like to stay in for a chill Friday night that I’m not game to rally on Saturday. Saturday is not Friday! In fact, it’s relaxing the night before that is often the only reason I can afford (literally and figuratively) to have a great time the next day.

I don’t judge other people for partying Thursday through Sunday, so give me the same courtesy. I’m happy with my routine. It may not be your style, but it works for me.

Source: Puckermob by: Lauren Jenkins 

Check out her other work on her Writer’s Page on PuckerMob!

Stay Golden,

Emily

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