At 18 years old the only thing that I could think about was the next time that I got to go out with my friends. We would drink and dance, then we would head home at 3 a.m. grab a a pizza, some ruffles and french onion dip and stay up until dawn. At this point, I didn’t even have to debate whether I should have night out vs a night in. I remember how much fun I used to have and yet, I still hate the thought of every doing it again.