I moved to a beach town in my mid-20s. Instead of paradise, I found the loneliest time in my life.
- When I moved to a beach town in South Carolina, I was excited for an adventure.
- Making friends was harder than I thought it would be, and I spent a lot of time alone.
- Instead, I dedicated my time to my hobbies and saving money. It paid off for my future self.
Shortly after I turned 26 years old, I moved from the buzz of New York City to the palm tree-lined town of Bluffton, South Carolina, just across the bridge from the resort island of
Hilton Head.
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Ya can't go back again.
There's no reliving your youth. This is true for males and females...either, both, would be bored in such a setting. The beach is for adolescents, for young families, and for the twentyish who suffer arrested-development.
Girls on the beach...you know what they're judged for. They just need to choose, yes or no. Hopefully, relatively wisely. They're promenading, as much as if they were on a runway in a beauty pageant, or mincing across stage in a strip revue.
Males are there to flex, to flatter, to pick up the lust-object and hopefully provide a good time.
By the time one reaches the late 20s...it's all irrelevant and boring. It's time to grow babies. Time to build a life. NOT time to be silly little kids.
It's true in other arenas, as well. I was a skier in my youth. I love the quiet, the speed, yet control, of racing downhill, following the slope, dodging rough areas and pests in the way.
But the social aspect was always important, more-so now. Single in my 30s, I was a rarity. Also, suspect. Ski areas became another place to pose, to flex, to play the games. Frankly...this is where kids come in handy, as an excuse for a winter day out. Teaching the kids to ski is perfectly normal; but a single not-so-young male out just skiing, not so much.
It was time to hang it up. Work didn't allow me time to get involved in any group activities, anyway; and a broken leg...well, railroads, until recently, didn't provide paid sick leave or disability. I'd have been months with no pay.
But the takeaway from this is...there is a time to all things, and it's as important to enjoy them in their time as it is to recognize that it's past time.
