…..you’ve just had this conversation with someone:
ME: What’s up?
The boyfriend: Ah, I was suffering the whole day!
The boyfriend: I was out with some friends last night and they’re crazy! Crazy!
ME: Why? What did they do?
The boyfriend: We went out for some drinks and we went home very late, so I woke up late and struggled the whole day at work. I was too tired to do anything at work.
ME: What time did you go home?
The boyfriend: 12 midnight
And the ultimate proof that you’re getting old is if you agree with what the boyfriend just said, that 12 midnight is already extremely late which will result in you being very unproductive the next day. I agreed with him and I felt sorry for him, specially since I was already in la la land at that time.
Whatever happened to the energy that we had to stay up until 3 in the morning, partying like there’s no tomorrow and still manage to be at work at 9 in the morning?