older has advantages. Behaviour that was once unacceptable is becoming
what's expected. For instance, when I was 25 and wanted to stay
home on a Saturday night, everyone thought I was a loser. My friends
would nag me to join them: "C'mon, you're young! Live it up!"
I tried to explain to them that I was barely interested in living.
What makes them think I'd be interested in living it up?
But people get very offended. The tension got so bad it resulted
in a good friendship ending. My (now ex) friend Amanda screamed
at me one night. "You don't like to go out, you don't like
to party, you don't like to drink, you don't like to dance - what
DO you like?" I thought about this for a few seconds. "Sitting."
I replied. I enjoy sitting. And I enjoy thinking. Sitting and
thinking. Even better: sitting and thinking at home.
This wasn't an activity we had in common.
Now that I'm nearly 40, I'm glad that the
bar has been lowered.
Still, people need an excuse. 40 is a tricky
age because you're old enough to get away with not going out,
but not old enough to get away with not giving a reason. When
I tell someone I don't want a late night the usual response is,
"Oh, you must have to get up early for work, right?"
Not really. Can't I just want to stay home?
A few weeks ago I was invited to a dinner
party. "Plan to get here at eight or so," the hostess
said, "We can all cook together."
I hesitated. "8pm?" She laughed.
"Yes! Not 8AM!" Perhaps she hadn't heard the horror
in my voice. Both options sounded incredibly unappealing.
I began the calculations. No one would get
there on time, cooking wouldn't begin until nine, dinner wouldn't
be served until 10 or 10:30. What kind of dinner party is that?
We're not in Spain.
I'm not a late night person. By 11PM, I'm
done. I have nothing left to say, the meagre social skills I have
are depleted and tolerance levels for small talk dip below zero.
The only excuse for beginning your evening at that time is if
you're on drugs.
Or 17. Or, even better, 17 and on drugs.
Other than that, I can't imagine it. Even if my house were to
catch fire, I'd still have to consider if it was really worth
getting out of bed and going out.
Chances are, this isn't going to change.
I can't see turning 50 and suddenly making a plan to meet someone
So now, I've learned to make friends with
people who hate going out as much as I do. It's hard to meet people
who I have this in common with though. Where do I meet them? We're
always at home.
My friend Sam is similar. When we cancel
plans, it's not a big deal. The other night she found a movie
we both wanted to see but the only showing was 9:40pm.
It was Friday night so it might be sold
out. Plus the thought of getting on the tube on a weekend night
was a deterrent. And then sharing a cab home afterwards if we
could even find one in Central London when the movie was over.
I worried about that. By the time we were finished talking it
through, we'd used up all of our energy. "Let's skip it,"
I said. "I'm exhausted."
But when you're older, people understand
if you don't want to go to the later movie. And showing up isn't
an issue; you don't have to explain. I can't wait. When I'm 80
I'll have a ready excuse: I'm old.