I prefer experiences and quality merriment. We can eat and drink in a hole in the wall, and I wouldn’t bat an eye as long as I’m laughing with you. Also, it helps that I still am that kid who has an infallible grade-school memory.
I’m a flaming extrovert who loves solitude and my own company. I could tolerate days inside my little cell, impervious to any external human stimulation, and still thrive. After leaving school, it didn’t change much. I just added work on the equation but I still read voraciously and suffer from occasional staircase wit in that little space.
But I never paid the slightest attention to it since my face has always been glued to my phone. A slave chained to emails and other business agenda.