I’m well aware that my twenties are all about letting loose, having a fun and partying with my friends. Most people my age don’t have responsibilities on weekends that consume our time and energy, so they take advantage of every minute. Trust me, I have no problem enjoying myself. I simply refuse (in most cases) to do it on Friday night. Call me lame, call me anti social or call me a grandma, I don’t care.
By the time Friday rolls around I’ve endured (at least) 5 straight days of office time and I’m exhausted. Frustration with my boss, annoyance with clients and drama with coworkers leave me feeling like I got hit by a bus multiple times in a row. My feet hurt, my brain hurts and the last thing I want to do when I finally plop down on my couch is get up again, let alone put on makeup and some cute shoes. After working so hard all week I deserve a night on my couch where I don’t have to give AF.
Except for the occasional drink covered by the sleazy guy at the bar, going out every weekend is an expensive habit. Between the alcohol, the food and the cover charges, one great night can rack up quite the tab. Call me old fashioned, but budgeting is a thing. I prefer to save my money and spend it on things that are a bit more practical.
Missing the chance to go out doesn’t bother me, because I’m content with my social life. I have plenty of friends and I have no trouble making more. Staying in doesn’t mean I can’t still be a social butterfly. There is such a thing as friends coming over my apartment to relax. What’s better than wine, gossip and a movie from your own couch?
I pride myself on not caring what people think of me, and that means I don’t need to go out just to say that I did. The “pics or it didn’t happen” mentality lends itself nicely to perfectly posed snap stories of everyone’s social lives, but my self worth isn’t tied to my snapchat views. I know that looks can be deceiving, so I don’t need to post my every move for the world to see. I’d rather enjoy an undocumented night then craft something fake to impress other people.
For me, sleep isn’t just preferable, it’s necessary. I’m not one of those people who would is willing to sacrifice some shut eye for a good time. When I don’t get enough sleep, I’m a miserable monster. I’m cranky, I’m clumsy and I’m not fun to be around. Late nights out on the town require sleeping in the next day, or at the very least, the option for a nap mid-afternoon. Since that’s not always possible, it’s easier to get a hefty night sleep on Friday so I can actually enjoy the rest of my weekend.
How people react when I pass on plans tells me a lot about my friendships. If they keep asking even though I usually say no, I’m confident that they want me to feel included. If they never reach out again, that’s good to know too, because it says they didn’t really want me there to begin with. My closest friends will even offer to stay in with me.
Just because I prefer to lay low on Friday nights doesn’t mean I won’t break my rule to take part in special occasions. If the person matters, I will make exceptions. I know that sometimes things will come up that I don’t want to miss out on, and I have no problem breaking my flow so that I can participate.
I don’t know about you but without a bit of peace and quiet I would go positively insane. I love my friends and I thrive being around other people, but sometimes I need to be alone to recharge. Sitting down with a good book, an open journal or a new series to binge watch on Netflix does wonders for my mental health.
Don’t assume that since I like to stay in for a chill Friday night that I’m not game to rally on Saturday. Saturday is not Friday! In fact, it’s relaxing the night before that is often the only reason I can afford (literally and figuratively) to have a great time the next day.
I don’t judge other people for partying Thursday through Sunday, so give me the same courtesy. I’m happy with my routine. It may not be your style, but it works for me.