I'm feeling 22....

I was off work on Thursday and Friday last week. Thanks to a bank holiday on Thursday and an extension on the Friday (the company I work for is just awesome).

So when I went to work on Wednesday I had a few colleagues asking what I had planned for the long weekend. My answer: Sleeping. Their answer: Laughing.

It’s always like this, every Friday at least one of my colleagues asks what I have planned for the weekend and they always get the same answer. Sleeping.

And then I get to hear stuff like “But you’re young! When I was your age I was pissed every weekend and just had a great time going out! What is wrong with you?!” - I mean seriously? Nothing is wrong with me. Yes I might be ONLY 22 but what’s so wrong with staying at home on the weekend? It’s not like I’m sitting there complaining or crying or anything. What’s so wrong about not being the type of girl who loves to go out and party and loves to get drunk and do, god knows what?!

I’m the type of girl who likes spending time with her family and enjoys a good cuppa. Who’s happy about the fact that she actually has some time on the weekend to read a book and who loves nothing more than knowing that there won’t be an alarm the next morning, no need to get out of bed. I enjoy walking about in pyjama, messy hair, no make up! And I just love sleeping okay?!

I could sleep all day, every day!

So for me, there’s nothing wrong with this. I get up at 6 every morning, I get home at 7. I only get a maximum of 5 hours sleep every night. I deserve doing absolutely nothing on the weekend and sleeping as long as possible even though I am “only 22”.

I mean, it’s not like I don’t go out at all. I enjoy going to the pub, have a few drinks. Sometimes I really feel like dressing up and going out and all that stuff.

Only Saturday wasn't one of these days. My little sister Cathy decided she wants to go out with us. And by us I mean me and my parents and a friend of the family. Because IF I go out, I always go out with my parents, I’ll admit I don’t really have any friends here anymore and since the bestie is now living in London…well….and I have to be honest, I enjoy it because my parents (especially my dad) are fun! But the best thing is, if a guy comes up and actually starts talking to me or tries to dance with me, I look at him and just scream “DAAAAD!” and as soon as the guy sees my dad walking over…he’s shitting himself and leaves. And then I get a high 5 and a drink from my dad. Nice.

Anyway, like I said I couldn't be bothered to go out. First thing I said to my sister: “Nope, no money!” But then dad was like “SHE’S GOING!” and I’m really bad in saying no to my dad, also he said he’ll pay so did I have a choice? Not really.

So we dressed up and went to a club. There was a spring break party going on with a wet t-shirt contest and all that stuff. Wasn't really a highlight since the girls weren't really pretty, the boobs weren't big and the shirt weren't white. BOOOORING. And the guys, well.......

We had a few drinks, danced and watched the “show”. But suddenly I started to feel really bad. I felt like I was about to pass out any minute. Had to go get some fresh air and slowly started to feel better again. But that was around 2 o’clock already and I was tired. Luckily my dad was so disappointed about the outcome of the contest he couldn't be bothered anymore either haha

And then I spent the whole Sunday in my pyjama, with loads of tea and funny conversations with my parents. Such a lovely day!

Now, what about you? Are you rather going out on the weekends or do you enjoy staying at home and doing nothing?

Personally I think yes, I am only 22 and I am still very young and maybe I am a horribly boring person, but you know what? I love being boring.

xxx

Sab