Sometimes I think we are too quick to jump to conclusions about things, immediately writing them off as something that we wouldn't enjoy or wouldn't suit us, without actually having fully experienced it. Apparently I'm too mature for my own good most of the time. I have this nasty habit of automatically being able to think through the consequences of decisions and choices, being able to look past the cheap immediate gratifications offered. Obviously this is a good trait to possess, but it is something that is apparently rare for someone my age, because most of the time it stops me from going out and clubbing and the like. I am also a rather introverted person, and I don't like crowds or dancing, so I have never found the notion of clubbing even slightly appealing. And because I know myself so well, I knew that even without having fully experienced it, that I would not like it. But last week I came to the conclusion that I can't bash something that I've never tried, there's no point living in a little bubble, regardless of my expectations. So I ventured out this weekend with several friends, keeping my mind open and willing to see what the night life had to offer me. I didn't have a bad night, but it wasn't great either. The positive was that I got to see some friends that I missed and hadn't seen for many months. The negatives being that it was noisy, everyone was smoking, everything was ridiculously expensive, there was massive toilet lines and sleazy guys trying to (and sometimes succeeding) in touching you inappropriately. I also made the really poor decision of drinking too much, way more than I ever had, or intended to. I reached a point where I was still functioning and coherent, but definitely no where near my sober state, and I fully realised how idiotic alcohol was. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against having a drink, and I will definitely continue to do so, but I reached a point that was far beyond 'a drink'. Call me boring or too mature or old, but I fail to see the appeal in completely losing control of yourself and being so vulnerable. I felt absolutely disgusted with myself, and there will definitely not be a repeat of that night.
So whilst it wasn't an amazing experience, I'm definitely still glad that I know what it's all about. Because I think that slamming on something when you don't fully know the facts and what it is all about is plain stupid. Call me boring or antisocial or whatever, but I'm happy leading my fantastically dull life.
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Until next time fellow humans....
