Spring break is fast approaching and if you’re an old soul, you’re probably dreading it.
Your friends most likely made their plans with you: pre-gaming at noon, making out with taxi drivers, twerking on the boardwalk under the scorching sun, etc. We old souls grapple to look forward to these vacations. We try to convince ourselves that we’re young and we should give smoking pot a chance because Y.O.L.O as the youngsters like to say…they still say that right?
Anyway, as much as we’d like to enjoy spring break with our friends, old souls can’t deny the struggles that come with it:
- We really just want to stay home. Try to understand: it’s spring break. We have about a week or two to ourselves. While most of our friends like to party and go out, we would rather spend time on our hobbies or going to subtle places like ramen restaurants or gardens. However, we love our friends and wouldn’t want to leave them hanging. Plus we hate confrontation, so we think, “why not?”…and soon regret it afterwards.
- We try not to be a buzzkill but…our quirky friend is table dancing at the club, moving in slow motion to fast, ear-splattering tech music and there’s like six weird-looking men watching them with beady eyes. So yeah, it’s time to channel our inner mom and pull them to a safer place. Old souls do not want to be that stop sign when it comes to our friends having a little too much fun, but we have no choice. After all, we are the moms of our groups.
- Clubs are our personal hell. Loud, unappealing music pounding into our heads, random people grinding into us, constant DJ interruptions, barely being able to get to the bar, trying to get bartenders’ attentions with our gentle voices. To the average person, this is a club and to us, this is what hell looks like. Clubs are the most confusing and chaotic places for old souls. It’s so easy for us to over-think things in a club, like the lives of everyone around us, whether or not the person dancing with us actually likes us or not, trying to start a conversation, failing to keep it up, wanting to stop but not knowing how to…it’s a mess…just a mess. And please don’t even get us started on music concerts on Miami beach *shudders*
- Trying to dance like a person. As if grinding wasn’t hard enough to do, attempting to dance like a normal person is damn near impossible for us. We’d like to think we’re great dancers in our heads, but in real life we look like Teletubbies.
- Finding alone time. Spring break activities get so exhausting that we have to go into our hotel room and recharge. It’s not always easy though. Since we’re the one person in our group who keeps an eye on everyone, the chances of our friends getting themselves into potentially dagerous (and extremely embarrassing) situations hightens when we’re not there to warn them. Therefore, recharging won’t last long…unfortunately.
- Attempting to flirt. We see an attractive person we’re drawn to and decide to step out and flirt…and probably fail at it. Although old souls are comfortable talking to strangers, we suddenly lose all ability to speak when it comes to socializing with someone we’re really interested in. “You are how I???” Hey, at least we tried.
- Falling in love…with a life guard or that barista at that coffee shop is a fantasy of ours that we soon realize only happens in romantic comedy indie films on Netflix. Oh well, an old soul can dream, right?
- Beaches. On one hand, beaches can peaceful for old souls. Lying on the warm sand in the morning with tea, a good book, the sound of waves, and a great view of the ocean is almost heavenly to us. When it comes to spring break however, that heaven turns into Sodom and Gomorrah. Between avoiding annoyingly drunk partiers, cringing at trash in the sand and ocean, and having to take messy selfies, beaches can be quite the hassle for us.
- Actually getting drunk. Yes, I said it. I know most of us have gotten into the one state we promised we wouldn’t be in from the beginning because we have to take care of our friends, of course. But one night, we gave it a try. We decided to live a little and drink one too many beers and margaritas. It’s not long before we became the table dancers, showing off our horrible dance moves and talking out our thoughts in sentences that were poorly put together. Our friends have never let that moment in our lives go. Oh and it’s all over Facebook. Great times.
