am i growing old?

for some odd reason(s) that i cannot explain, i do not find joy in wasting time around anymore.
by wasting time, i mean unnecessarily spending precious seconds, minutes and hours deciding on where to go to eat or hang out or doing absolutely nothing at all or waiting for further instructions whilst not knowing what i'm about to do for the next few hours. i am beginning to value sleep. i am beginning to value speed and efficiency. i am beginning to value time.

i seek solace in quiet places and i find my peace in music; when everything around me's all quiet, i shut everyone/everything out and concentrate on what i'm listening to.

on a random note, i'm beginning to enjoy runs and sets again.