Without question, I am and always have been a night owl by nature. This no doubt played a role in the barfly lifestyle I adopted in my early 20’s.
The older I get the higher the frequency of my yawns as the hour grows late, but the appeal of moonlit mischief still draws me out.
It’s definitely a different walk now. When I was drinking, I was much less reserved; much more boisterous; much louder. The older I got, the more that turned inward & became self-destructive; existential angst was almost always slumped over on the bar stool next to me. Much less enjoyable.
It’s easy to conveniently forget that alcohol is very much a depressant, despite the marketing world’s pitches that we’re cheekily partaking in the whole affair because we’re “up for whatever.”
I’m genuinely happy for those who can enjoy it responsibly. It would be a huge drag if I harbored resentments because others continued to drink while I nursed ice waters (the “free of charge” bit is pretty great though eh?). I’m genuinely happy that I’m able to accept it & move on — and that me writing that sentence is not some half-hearted attempt to convince myself of its truth, if I can just see it in writing.
The night time is the right time, and the sober mind is a great find.