Fighting the depressants of alcohol and conversation...

For many of the posts of MLHF, we can commiserate about our shared habits of mediocrity whether it be lazy hygiene, lackluster eating habits, or that ever so close but oh so far away dream of grad school. Well, in this explanation of mediocrity, my low hanging fruit may be someone else’s faithful pastime. In this case I am talking about ‘going out’… you know, partying.

Here it is… Friday night. Beginning of the weekend. Time to let loose and go buck wild. Maybe start with a little happy hour and see where the night (and the buzz) takes you. To some this may seem like a blissfully easy plan. To me, the thought of this process is painful and arduous. Fighting the depressants of alcohol and conversation to end up on a sweaty dance floor in the heels I swore I would never wear again? No, thanks. I would much rather pour all of my effort into the latest Harry Potter-esque series or Disney movie that I’ve watched over a dozen times in the sweatpants that know me and my couch way too well.

So, what is my low hanging fruit? It is the effort that I put into a Friday or Saturday night that affords me to stay out just long enough to be a socially acceptable 24 year old… but still allows me to get at least half way through Monsters Inc. or a chapter into the latest, best-selling fantasy novel when I get home.

… These posts are anonymous, right?

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