There is a process to partying. Or at least there's a process for girls. First, you talk all day about it. You and your best friend plan out a time to get ready, what album you will be listening to as you get ready, and then finally the perfect time to arrive.

Not too late, but never too early!

So you spend two hours putting makeup on, which is about two Led Zeppelin albums long, try on four different dresses and finally go back to the original one, and then you take 200 selfies on Snapchat and make sure you send one to your ex so he knows you're still better than his new girl.

And then you debate whether to drive or park your car some place random. It's probably cold out but parking your car could be a huge dilemma if anyone else drives as well. So finally you decide "let's just walk, we need the work out." You walk to the party, you go in, actually you push your way in. People are dancing, people are standing in the corner, you don't know anyone but your best friend.

If you're an introvert like me you end up standing in the corner while your extrovert friends dances and laughs. Standing in the corner is fine though, glare at frat boys as they walk by too.

It's a pattern. Every weekend you do the same thing, you glam up to go out and party with random people. People you don't know and they don't care about you. Partying is like a release and a mirage. You get to laugh and have fun but you pretend to be someone you're not. Maybe you wish you were a flapper and going out makes you feel important, maybe going out boosts your confidence because boys check you out from the side eye. At the end of the night when you go home alone with your makeup messed up, those people aren't there for you.

There is nothing wrong with partying, it's not illegal. But as you grow older you realize it's all a facade. It's just a game. Go out to feel popular but lay in bed alone at night. Pretend to be a socialite with people who don't know your name. Partying is a fantasy, a sport, a match of WWE. It's all a show to feel better inside. Surround yourself with laughter and loud music and you forget about your real problems.

You forget that when you sent that selfie to your ex you actually were hoping he'd say something back. He didn't. You were hoping a guy would ask you for your number as you stood in the corner. He didn't. You were hoping that you wouldn't feel so fat in the dress once you got to party. You still did.

One day you will be older and it will be a Friday night, your friends will want to go out and they try to convince you, but it's been a long week and night in is all you want. You'll look in your closet at all the dresses you wore when you were 19 years old, you will look at your albums you used to get hyped too, and then you look in the mirror and you realize how much you've grown up. That's when you realize you are an adult... and you're about to be the life of the party.