Drunken Fun? Here I Come!

So, later today – tonight, if we’re being accurate – I’m off up north once more to visit my dearest friend Stephen. No, not my beloved mentor, Yodaminch, but the other one, known fondly as Moo, though some will know him as The Grey Prince on Nyclos. He turns twenty today (happy birthday!) and for three days I’m going to help him celebrate in style.

I know, I know, but do control your envy at the unlikelihood you will ever be blessed by my presence and instead celebrate that some are gifted enough for me to acknowledge their existence with my presence. I don’t know why but at this time of the morning, I just have to sound like an arrogant git, at least once. It’s a compulsion. Anyway, I’m rather looking forward to getting away for a short while. Things can be hectic around here, not so much in a constant state of chaos but rather you never quite know what’s going to happen, and so like a steady cat I’m poised to strike when required to do so. For three days however I shall exchange my stability and trustworthiness for inebriation and debauchery. I thoroughly recommend it.

I’m actually not a very good drinker. Come to think of it, neither is Moo. Worse than I actually. He doesn’t drink at all, except rarely when a social gathering demands a glass of wine. He’s much more cranberry and orange juice. I’m not a heavy drinker myself but I do like the odd drink here and there. However, for three nights I intend to sweep aside our traditions and ensure that both of us – and the crew – are quite drunk. I’m reluctant to reveal the gifts I got him, since he may well still read this corner of cyberspace, but I do hope he likes them. ^_^ Took me ages to pick out – and in one case, days to create. It’s hard to believe he’s just turning 20. If my dates are right, I turned 20 little over a month after I joined IFS, and I’ve known Moo for considerably longer than that – from my MSN years. Good gosh, how young was he then?! Hmm, I think he’d just started college at the time, or was at least at college. My memory isn’t great but yeah, he had to be, what, 16, 17 maybe? Either way, he’s roughly four years my junior, which is a depressing thought. Yeah, I’m not old by any standards but I hate being of this age. It’s a time when I find you suffer from conflicting feelings – emotions vs. principles.

I’ve mentioned on occasion that I have a rule: anyone below the age of 18 is a child and considered “out of bounds.” In the UK you can have consented sex from the age of 16 I believe, but doesn’t that bother people? Not the age of consent I mean, but the idea of it all. Either way, the law is irrelevant. I just find it better to leave those young ‘uns alone. They’re only just starting out on the path to adulthood, through the transitional period of adolescence; whatever they can and cannot do, I do think we have a responsibility as the older ones to look out for them. Sometimes they don’t know what’s best for them, only what they want to do or be or whatever. Not a bad thing I guess but I could never bring myself to engage in anything, even a kiss, with someone so young, fresh and naive. No offence intended to our younger members. I seem to recall a psychiatrist, or psychologist, someone in one of the fields surrounding psychology, mentioning once that 25 is the new 20, and I can believe that it takes the average person as long to “grow into themselves” but the differences between 16 and 20+, and the years between, can be quite staggering. It is after all a time of rapid change; your body may have developed almost as much as it is ever going to, but your mind is still expanding, your emotions will change, your feelings will not remain the same; it’s quite a time. Each year I find myself looking back and seeing vast differences in how I used to be. Quite interesting.

Oh, what was I saying? Ah yes, my original point: I dislike being young and of this particular age because I’m more inclined to be attracted to people within the ten year range. No, not 13 to 33, but 16 to 26. I haven’t found myself particularly changing in that respect since I was about 16, although 26 would have been “old” to me back then. I make no bones about it, I quite like Moo, and were it not for the distance and (hitherto) his age…well, no point going over ifs and maybes, eh? But when you have the principles that I do and find yourself in conflict with them, because I did find myself attracted to him when he was ~17, it’s infuriatingly frustrating. It’s like wanting something you can’t have, you know? And there are moments when you concern yourself with “cradle snatcher syndrome” as I call it. Society takes a dim view of age-gap relationships but apparently in Britain (since I can’t really speak for elsewhere) I’ve noticed it’s the actual gap as opposed to the actual ages which concern people; a person of 60 and a person of 30 can still have their relationship viewed with the same contempt but what is thirty years when the youngest is in one of the so-called “primes” of their life? Four years is nothing, and there’s no legal issue, but I still find it morally wrong. Still, he’s 20 now so I’m not sure why I’m babbling on. Just early morning drivel I suppose.

Anyway, I suppose I should go get some sleep. I still have to pack some stuff and double check everything is in place. Really, leaving Mark and Meryl to run this place is like inviting Jeffrey Archer to make a speech on morality; you just know all Hell will break loose, and who knows, they could be lynched by conservatives while I’m gone. :-/

I really need to fix up my blog sometime…