Firsts

Last night was free pub night and I met a few girls who were having their first ever beer in their first ever pub. I'm not that big of a beer fan, as it is "an acquired taste" (read: tastes bad until you forget how bad it tastes.) But as much as I enjoy trying out new things for myself, I get an equal level of excitement watching people try new things. It's like a second-hand experience of sorts. One girl's expression after her first few sips was quite amusing. It was cute how she was taking the smallest, most immeasurable, cautious sips ever, while her friends complained about being here the whole night at her rate of consumption. Haven't we all been there?

But I was also somewhat miffed when I heard one of them saying that they might as well go all out since she'll never see any of these people again. It's not so much that I was offended by her comment as I took pity on her outlook. Because I wish everyone could live in the moment every second of their life instead of being so protective. Of course, I definitely need to heed my own advice as well. But isn't it just the same that because these are once in a life time moments that we should take out as much as we can from the experience? I mean, life is a one-time go too. Our weird logic never cease to amaze me.