the early years

Generally, I have no problem not participating in the social norms of collegiate wasteland.  At this moment I can hear some drunk girls outside, celebrating the final day of classes by playing Marco Polo.  It's 12:38 am.  Bitch, please.  Count me out.  

But sometimes I have these thoughts when it comes to participating in these little activities.  Not partying, per se, but just ridiculous things that are usually accompanied by drinking and so end up becoming stupid- social gatherings in a sense.  And I think to myself "Why not go have fun?  It's just life."  And apart from the realization that nothing is that fun when you're the only sober person in a group of lushes at 11 am, I generally think "Oh my God.  It's life."  And life is finite.  And teetering on the cusp of an existential crisis, I usually just decide to watch tv.