I have this burning feeling of my own mortality. Of the fact that I won't be young with very few responsibilities for much longer. I'm painfully aware that I need to make the most of every day.
I'm at university; you'd think that was the kind of place where someone feeling like I do could indulge themselves in countless drunken nights out, one night stands, hang out with friends between lectures during the day, etc, etc. And that stuff is going on all around me, but I'm not part of it, or if I am it's only for a brief moment, the miracle that I manage to get out the house.
It turns out university is a roll of the dice; it all depends on who you get to live with in first year. Maybe a few people form other friendship groups who do stuff together, but I haven't been so lucky. In general you go out with your housemates, and you see people you know once you're out.
My luck would have it that I've ended up living (I'm in second year now) with a group of people who would rather stay in on a Saturday night and watch come dine with me than go clubbing. So that's why I'm here, feeling restless as ****, smoking a joint to calm myself down (although it's not a saturday, but I won't be going out saturday, or friday... In fact I have absolutely nothing to do but coursework all weekend...and no lectures on Friday, aren't most students pleased by that? Not me, doubt I'll be leaving the house).
Anyone else in a similar situation? I literally spend all my time in my room apart from going to lectures, just watching stuff on my laptop. Even when I meet cool people, it's like, their friendship groups are made already, they're satisfied. Sure they'd chat to me if I saw them out, but they're not going to invite me round for predrinks or text me to hang out on campus. I feel trapped. University has not turned out how I would have liked...