I was halfheartedly saying I pity you before, but now I actually do.
Dude, I'm sorry you're so tired and allow the tiniest of things to exhaust you so. There's no real reason to gaslight me or shame me for travelling, being promiscuous, or enjoying intoxicants as though I attribute all of that to who I am (I don't). I'm honestly not telling you that you aren't allowed make your life more inconvenient and inherently painful by purely existing as a bump in the log. However, no matter what you say, you are objectively wasting time, burning unnecessary fuel, and otherwise pissing in the wind when you work yourself up over this.
It's your choice, and it's my choice to tell you how damned stupid it is.
I also don't give a sweet, flying **** how many more days you've existed than I have. It's about how you use that time. Clearly, you're still susceptible to letting silly, little notions get your goose. You might have more lessons left to learn than I have.