5. Seconds after realizing you missed last call (I)
I had to throw this one in here because there will be a few, but highlighted, group of gentlemen that know the pain. The guys who were too busy doing other asinine things to keep track of time. I often feel like your time at the bar is a metaphor for life. We all rush in happy, energetic, and hopeful for what this world has to offer. There’s a battle between time and our bros… time and girls… time and the bar… the thing is that, just like life, you don’t have enough hours to give everything the right amount of attention. In that moment, you realize you gave a tease more attention than your bros or the bar. You’ll whimper internally because you’re going home alone with a meaningless buzz that’ll fade away just as quickly as the fleeting time we have on this earth and there’s nothing you can do about it except long for next weekend. I’m almost disgusted at how deep I dove with this, but I’m not going to apologize.
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