Rule No.150 - Have fun. And go home when you're tired.

This rule reminds me a little of rule number 73. Stay home when you're drunk. It's not going to happen, especially after 97 shots of potency and a couple, um, lots of tequila red bulls. There isn't going to be a tired. And before you know it, the lights are on, they're playing 'Closing Time' and there are brooms bashing your ankles trying to get you out. Some of us know when the fun has stopped and it's time for home, and some of us have no idea and keep going until the smart friends take you home. By force.

I'm not speaking from experience here, just going on what I've heard ;)

Suffering from fomo, a very serious condition, really makes this rule even harder to live by. It certainly doesn't help you go home when you're tired as there is that instant crippling fear that you will be missing out on something.

I'm thinking, on a deeper level, that you can apply this rule to life and relationships too. Even when you know you tired, when it's not so fun anymore and you just want to call it quits, that fear comes in. What if you miss out, what if this is your soul mate or chance at a promotion and suddenly you "go home" and ruin your chances. Maybe if I wait just a little bit longer. But you know what, when it stops being fun and you truly believe you've had all the fun you can, before the hurt and pain and anguish set in, go home. You'll know when you tired.

But if you think I'm just talking rubbish, ignore this, go out again and have some fun. With tequila. And a reasonable, responsible and level headed friend that'll take you home when you tired.

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