Heroism in an Age of Modernity

I'm not tired. But I'm not content.
I'm restless and thus begrudgingly accept this means I have to go out and have a few beers tonight.
I dread the cold night air, perhaps, I consider, this is what they mean by "getting old".

I know that the cold wind and dry air settling into the dark night sky means few people will venture out.
As distressing as this might be to a "PUA" or a wannabe "PUA", it will eliminate the fair weather drinkers and mean that only those who truly want and/or need to be out for a drink or many will choose to traverse the night sky.

I like the holidays out drinking alone the best.
It eliminates the normals from those again, that want or need a drink or many. 
Fridays and Saturdays are the worst. People going out b/c it's what they're supposed to do. Having those forced, anemic, shallow and vapid crack binges of a couple words that pass for conversation. No real want. No real desire. Certainly no real meaning. Guys excited they had the balls to approach a 4 set of girls who are all secretly waiting to check their phone to see if their ex is nearby.
Tired, banged out girls pretending they're anything but that and charading as independent ladies and insecure men trying to bounce around like fucking cymbal monkeys on amphetamines in  an utterly failing college try style effort to retain their attention in the hopes she'll eventually break him off some drunken sex.

Culminating in one giant Solidarity Service whereby they convince one another how awesome their life is as a collective bullshit pile of social media, new technology, and clothes that take up 2/3 of their actual monthly budget to look "good" at a hallway labeled a "club" while updating it on facebook as it happens in realtime to convince their vast network of people that if they really wanted to be friends with they would see and do things with in realtime.

Alas, it is what it is: modernity.
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Or, perhaps, if I am lucky, I can haunt one of my favorite bars, think a few thoughts in silence, sip a few cold beers, and head home to get high and sleep.