“When was the last time you did something completely new and out of your element? How was it? Will you do it again?” –The Daily Post
I know this was a few months back but for my birthday, two of my friends practically forced me to go to my first college party at Rutgers. I am very anti-partying because I’m well aware of the fact that it isn’t my scene. I have no urge to surround myself with people acting all drunk and sloppy. I get irritated with the decisions I see people making and I hate when I spot people throwing themselves on others out of desperation. If other people enjoy that kind of stuff, great. All I’m saying is that I don’t feel any pleasure from being a part of it.
Getting into the party was difficult enough because of the whole “ratio” thing. Then, once I was inside, I immediately felt uncomfortable. I don’t drink so the illegal alcohol consumption that surrounded me did absolutely nothing for me. On top of that, as a gay guy, the women giving me more-than-obvious looks just made me feel weird. Of course, I didn’t have any luck with guys. Probably would have gotten punched if I even tried. Very hetero-normative frat party.
Will I go to one again willingly? No.
Is there a chance I may get pulled into another party over my next three years of college? Probably.
It’s just one of those things you kind of have to do thanks to the type of society we live in. I’d be perfectly happy chilling with a book or watching a scary movie.