Sometimes I feel as though it is nearly impossible to have nights like we used to. A night when being with your friends was all we needed.
I remember nights when meeting at the local Walgreens was enough. We didn’t know what to do, we were underage, but as long as we were hanging out together, the night was a success.
I remember nights when causing trouble was the thing to do. We were bored and underage so we would ‘ding dong ditch’ a neighbor’s house then run and hide. The thrill of causing trouble together was one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.
I remember nights when we would stay up through the night just to watch the sun rise. I don’t know why this was important to me but I felt like we conquered the night as well as our youth if we completed this task together.
Life has become a struggle to find togetherness outside of a bar. It seems our generation is so transfixed on going out and raging that many of us have lost touch with what used to make us happy.
This past weekend, I felt this feeling of togetherness that I had been missing for some time. A group of us decided to watch an orchestra perform the tunes of classic Pixar films. We had a picnic, watched scenes from great movies, listened to great music, and although I can’t speak on behalf of them, everything just felt together.
We were actually there, with each other, listening to one another, being true friends…we were together…and I loved it.