There is something very terrifying in stopping into a party at a house you used to party at, overflowing people you casually partied alongside and realizing it may as well still be three years ago because everyone is in the exact same place, talking the exact same bullshit and believing it and in it.
Still more terrifying is realizing that if your partying alongside was more than casual or more frequent or never ended three years ago, you could be in the same place with same bullshit and believing it all the same.
And so you're thankful in your terror until the most terrifying realization:
You still could be, still might be one of those people in the exact same place with the exact bullshit being pulled, but believing it and in it much more fervently with more than a dash of denial.
You know it's time that we grow old and do some shit.
