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[mipeltaja]

So my classmates are having a get-together tonight. I don't know whether to go or not.

On one hand, these are nice people. I like them, we all get along and everything.

On the other hand, I know that the vast majority of them are going to take this opportunity to get roaring drunk (we've no classes tomorrow).

The problem is, I don't drink. I'm not a teetotaller, but alcohol is expensive and I don't enjoy being drunk, so I don't see the point.
When the people around me get drunk, I find it, at best, boring (I'm just not amused by their drunken antics) and at worst distressing (when someone gets really angry or really upset over nothing). And the worst thing is, I can't help but think less of them for their inability to have a fun party while sober.

I have friends who can and do drink in moderation, but that's not much of a consolation when the room is otherwise full of reckless drinkers. I want to be able to have the same kind of get-togethers my parents have: A few friends gathered in the living room, maybe a moderate amount of alcohol, some snacks, and actual conversation about matters other than how drunk everyone got the last time and what kind of idiocy they engaged in while under the influence.

I hate making myself into such an outcast just because I can't have fun the same way the people around me do. I have only three IRL friends who feel much the same way I do about drinking, and two of them are related to me.

tl;dr: I'm a stuck up party-pooper

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[mipeltaja.livejournal.com]

:D

[mipeltaja.livejournal.com]

Tekkenin hakkaaminen on aina pop. :D

[kotszok.livejournal.com]

i totally understand you, I used to be that way until I was 18... I really looked down on everyone for only being able to party when drunk. But I also know the other side of the coin, sadly... and well. Parties can be fun with alcohol too hehe

[carmine-eyes.livejournal.com]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XIaKsk3cOA <-- Bill Cosby is relevant.

I wouldn't call you a party-pooper, but as I share your opinion, I'm rather biased. Could you just hang until the obvious signs of drunkenness start showing and then bow out? Um, if you're not already there, given the time difference we're working with here.

[mipeltaja.livejournal.com]

I did end up going, because dammit, I can't be a total recluse, and I actually did exactly that. I had a good couple of hours of fun until the drunken antics started and I took my leave.

[mipeltaja.livejournal.com]

I understand the appeal of drinking in theory. I believe my entire problem stems from the fact that it doesn't work for me personally and it's all too easy to forget that most people aren't like me in that respect.

[kotszok.livejournal.com]

I imagine a person's reaction to alcohol plays a veeeeery imporatnt role in whether on not you have fun or pass out lol

[unsquared.livejournal.com]

I might be even more stuck up or simply lazy, because I probably wouldn't have bothered going. I applaud you for your efforts. At least you attended and enjoyed those few hours.

My experience with alcohol is extremely limited and I steer away from situations that may involve it to an overwhelming degree. Aside from the proverbial "hey dad, can i drink what you're having--ew, this tastes weird," I've only had like a wine cooler or two plus some other beverage my roommates offered me prior to my 21st, and after that, I had a Baileys smoothie. Since then, I haven't had anything.

I'm totally fine with having like a drink or two if I'm in the mood, but I'm uninterested in forming friendships that can only be maintained through intoxication. I suppose those sorts of parties are not meant to serve that purpose, though. *shrugs* I might change my mind if said party was an intimate gathering with people I already know quite well. Too many factors are involved.

[mipeltaja.livejournal.com]

I skip parties rather often, especially if going would mean having to rely on someone else to drive me home. If I don't have a car at my disposal and it's too far to walk, I don't go. I learned that lesson on my first such outing, the day after I turned 18. The ride home I was promised was cancelled and I didn't get home until 7 in the morning, when I decided to call my dad to come pick me up.