Parties. Alcohol. Music. Dancing.

Not for this girl. For one, I am not good with alcohol. Before you go gasp alcohol taboo topic what what what, alcohol consumption is a real thing among first year students in residence, and I think it’s common knowledge that many underage students here at UBC drink. YOU MUST FACE REALITY. Plus, I am actually of age back home, so I could potentially chug gallons of it if I wanted to. Just not here. But a sip of vodka or beer or wine or whatever leaves me choking and near tears. Contrary to an earlier post, I am not that masochistic.

On the other hand, I don’t like parties. I’ve experienced some raised eyebrows in my direction when I mention this sometimes, which just makes me a little mad on the inside. Some people like fish, and some people like chicken. Some people like parties, and some people just don’t, you know.

It’s okay if you do, really. I can see the appeal… maybe. I went to two frat parties and I had so much fun. So much fun that I never went back again. I get really persnickety about physical proximity and gestures of affection with friends – I only feel comfortable being touchy-touchy after I hit a certain point in my friendships, so I honestly don’t see how I would find grinding with strangers fun. I mean, I’m the kind of person who finds mindless small talk extremely boring and taxing. Heck, I’m not even good at pretending that I’m good at it. I ended up standing in a corner of the dance floor, live-tweeting the frat party to my friends from across the world. Yeah. I’m that girl. Sorry.  

My idea of a fun Friday night just happens to be locking myself up in my room, and going on the internet, watching bad Korean dramas, random videos, and stuffing my face with snacks. That doesn’t mean I don’t like going out with friends or being obnoxiously hyper. I’m just a tad reserved and a little bit introverted, that’s all. I just need a lot of time to myself.

So if you spend your Friday nights indoors, or taking walks by yourself (and meeting drunk people who mistake you for a thug and challenge you to a fight.) (That really happened) (really), or just meeting up with a good friend, you are not alone. If you like gorging on Ben and Jerry’s or whatever, catching up on television shows or whatnot, you’re not the only one. There are more of us out there. We’re just probably not going to meet each other anytime soon, because we’re all cooped up in our rooms.