pokoko on 03 May 2013
Depends on what you mean by social life. I used to go out 5 nights a week, often crashing at someone's house or not getting home until 4-5am. I did a lot of crazy stuff, met a lot of crazy people, and didn't even realize that I wasn't really enjoying very much of it. Then I tore a tendon in my ankle, couldn't go out for a long time, and a lot of the calls stopped coming. I found out who my friends actually were.
Now I don't care if I ever go to another social function again, as long as I can meet a couple of friends once in awhile to watch a football game or just chill out.
