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Responsible Drinking vs. Party Drinking?
I've seen wild parties before. I used to go to them and hear my friends planning about all their drinks. They applauded me for being a non-drinker, "Good for you!"
Most of my friends party seemingly like every weekend and pretty hard. I don't go to nearly any of them. (It's kind of funny these are ALL of my friends, which is more than a 'couple people,' and I somehow am attracted to girls who end up being straight edge, which I LOVE.)
Not being a drinker, you can perhaps imagine the decline of invitations I've gotten to parties. Even my best friends seem to forget, but I'm not the kind of guy to be "difficult".
New Year's Day of this year is when I started drinking. There were some beers left over from my house. All of my friends were out at various parties and didn't respond to my attempts to hang out that night (no matter how awesome they claim I am in non-party situations with my jokes).
I don't drink until I'm drunk, just a few to ease my boredom of sitting in my room, alone, all of the time (because they seem to have forgotten me now, except for the occasional random event). Otherwise, I'm just sitting there doing literally nothing, not even listening to music (I don't know much, and I don't care or have the patience for a lot of it).
On top of that, my family is really annoying compared to the things I've seen with my friends. I've talked several girls down from suicide on the spot. I could go into more gruesome details, but I don't feel it's appropriate.
I just want quiet, slow, sophisticated adult time, and my step sisters are always running around complaining about everything, leaving a mess -- food on the couch, they put yogurt cups with the dirty dishes when that is clearly trash. I don't yell at them; I just try to clean it and hope they learn it'd be a good idea to follow my lead. Just trying to communicate with them stresses me out where I'd rather sit in my room than bypass them to go out anywhere. And thus, I'm stuck in my room again and wanting to drink.
(It's not like I'm some depressed, no fun guy. My friends have no idea, know me as a jolly, up-beat hilarious comedian. I was surely going to take the year's Homecoming Queen to Prom -- but I decided to be the nice guy and asked my best friend to go with me when she was sad she didn't have a date. But within the two hours of that happening, she ended up finding a date. Awkward!)
So with this story, I ponder, do you think this is responsible drinking or not? Any comments? I don't have much better to do. Do you?
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