Get A Life

I had a good night out clubbing tonight, and after the club closed at 2am I brang 2 of my mates back to my house to play a few hands of social poker and drink a few beers. It only took 5 minutes for one of my socially deprived housemates to crawl out of her room of Christian idealism to mumble to me that I was being "quite inconsiderate".
Well, okay, let me check my watch. It says it's 2007, which means that I'm 21, which vaguely infers that I should be having some fun. If she wants to prematurely surrender her youthful years and willingly become geriatric then fine, but don't bitch onto me about it. Don't whine to me because your tender ears can't take the awful sounds of us chatting through the wall at 3am. Don't cry because we are staying up past your bedtime without mummy's permission and it confuses and scares you. Don't tell all your friends that I am the spawn of Satan just because one of my mates wanted to take a fag break and I opened the back door for her.
I know you want to needlessly surrender you life and aspirations in return for a future of hollow promises and regretful traditional gender roles, but don't impose your pitiful choices onto my life.
Get over it.
Live a little.
I know I'm not Jimi Hendrix, I'm not going to start a love revolution with my social stance, but for fuck's sake, even I realise that chilling out and not caring is a good thing sometimes.
I know that this post has next to no relevance to most of you, but please, I beg you, relax.
Cool down. Take that iron rod out of your backside. Everyone will hate you less.