Where'd imagination go?

I am begining to grow out of the thing I am known for.

I still pretend to enjoy it and be the know all of it's nature. But I just don't like it anymore, afraid that knowledge is what defines me as me.

And another: Bars are getting on my nerves, and I grow tired of that scene. Unfortunately, the social place everyone revloves around is the bar..alcohol.
I don't want to constantly have the answer of "Oh, I was at the bar with some friends" to What I did that weekend.

Where have our IMAGINATIONS gone? It seems all we can settle on doing anymore is the adult alcohol getting.
The people I'm around are far more interesting then those I were...but we lack the imagination to think outside the partying box.

I hope I'm not the only one of this thought..