I went out today, with friends. They call it, “socialising” and I loved it.
Saturday is usually a day of sleeping in until one o’clock in the afternoon, lying on my bed with computer, tablet or phone, having a take away and staying up all night watching videos online (the clean, entertaining type). But today, I tried actually going out with friends.
I loved it and it was a fairly good day. But whilst swinging on the swings in a park, I got that weird feeling. The feeling that I have my whole life ahead of me and that there are so many things I could do with my life, so many places to go. But the feeling was soon over as a dog barked me out of my trance.
I guess it’s true what they say, socialising ain’t so bad after all. There’s just this unusual and unique feeling when you are around friends but it’s a good one. It’s that feeling which makes you remember days you’ve enjoyed.
I should try socialising more often. I think I get high on the feelings I get from it.
(Typed on my tablet, so please excuse any daft typos which I was so lazy to correct.)