The Mid Life Dating Files 2025

Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

Hobbies I’ve Outgrown (And No, It’s Still Not Yoga)

You know how people say, “As you get older, your interests change”?

Yep. Same. And mine didn’t involve pottery, pickleball, or learning how to make sourdough.

Over the past year, I’ve officially retired from a former “hobby” of mine:

👉 Spending time with fake, drama-filled, lying, mean, hateful, always-drunk friends who treat gossip like a full-time job.

And let’s talk about the drama pipeline, because WOW.

There were always those two — you know the type.

They’d hear something (true, half-true, or straight-up imaginary) and immediately activate the phone-gossip chain.

Call. Text. Call again. Group chat. Side chat. Screenshot. Repeat.

By the time the story made it around the block, it had a plot twist, a villain, and absolutely zero connection to reality.

Accuracy? Optional.

Kindness? Not required.

Chaos? Encouraged.

And the fun didn’t stop behind your back — oh no.

Sometimes the mean and hateful comments were delivered right to your face.

In front of people.

Labeled as a “joke.”

Followed by laughter like public humiliation was a personality trait.

And if you looked even slightly hurt?

“Relax, I’m kidding.”

Or the classic greatest hit:

“I don’t remember saying that — I was drunk.”

Ah yes. Alcohol: the official excuse for bad behavior since forever.

Yes, we were always at the fun events.

Yes, the calendar stayed booked.

Yes, it all looked fabulous on social media.

But behind the scenes?

Anxiety. Stress. And that fun little mental spiral that starts when someone walks away and the whispering begins — because if they’re talking about them, congratulations, you’re next.

That’s not friendship.

That’s a reality show I did not audition for.

For a while, I ignored the red flags because I didn’t want to rock the boat. I told myself, “This is just how they are.”

But here’s the plot twist they didn’t see coming:

People who are cruel, gossip nonstop, and then hide behind alcohol or “I don’t remember” aren’t misunderstood.

They’re just exhausting.

Somewhere between the phone chains, the lies, the public insults, and people throwing others under the bus to save their own asses, it finally clicked:

This isn’t fun. This is emotional chaos with a cocktail.

So I stepped away.

And shockingly… my life got quieter.

My anxiety dropped.

My peace returned.

Wild.

Now I have about two true friends.

Different group. Different energy. Different vibe.

No gossip chains. No lies traveling faster than the truth. No jokes that require emotional recovery time.

Just real people who:

Don’t talk about me Don’t lie about me Don’t start phone trees like it’s an emergency Don’t insult me for sport Don’t blame alcohol for being awful

I know. Revolutionary.

Sometimes bad things have to happen to show you who your real friends are — and when that clarity hits, it HITS.

True friends don’t:

❌ gossip

❌ twist stories

❌ start drama for entertainment

❌ embarrass you publicly

❌ hurt your feelings and call it humor

True friends:

✅ protect your name

✅ respect your feelings

✅ stand up for you

✅ have your back whether you’re in the room or not

So no, I didn’t outgrow an activity.

I outgrew what I was doing with my time.

I outgrew being around people who thought cruelty was comedy and drama was a personality.

I outgrew anxiety disguised as “a good time.”

I outgrew forced friendships and fake loyalty.

And now?

✨ I’m choosing ME.

✨ I’m choosing peace.

✨ I’m choosing family, travel, and quiet joy.

✨ I’m choosing real friendships.

✨ And of course, I’m choosing time with Blaze 🐾❤️

So if you’re wondering whether it’s okay to walk away from people who drain you…

It is.

It’s healthy.

And it’s long overdue.

🎤 Mic drop.

— I’m out. NO MORE. 😎