cause I'm so bored with myself anyway, any time and any place, I'll just hang around

[volterator]

I'm definitely at a juncture where I need to meet some new people. I had the realisation the other day, when I had to bail out of a typical midweek show in Manchester before the headliner was even on, that if I just knew enough people to have somewhere to crash at during such situations I could maintain the even basic rudiments of an interesting life circa my late 20s. Mine is not the sort of life that a mortgage is on the cards for my third decade, nor would I want it to be any such ghastly thing. Sure, I'd like to rent somewhere central for a time, but putting down roots seems entirely incompatible with being single and is a miserably under-stimulating prospect. Not that I'm looking for adventure, it's the predictable clinging on to a careworn freedom of lack of priorities. It's a generational trope or something, one burp of philosophy, to tip on the edge of prolonged something-or-other.