I had this exact, acute thought as I was going up the sweaty people filled stairs into a rave hall.
"What the hell am I doing" and also: "Would I do this if I were 53?"
I looked down at my hard abs and skin-tight shirt and had a bit of a Zen moment, thinking: "Youth is wasted on the young. You're young. Enjoy this opportunity."
I was 21, I danced and partied my heart out that night and I regret nothing.
Imagine breaking down while fishing, raising your engine, and setting up a distress call and being excited to see an American vessel approaching to help.
It then stops, trains its guns on you, and fires explosive shells.
Best costume omg lol