I recently receieved an email stating that this journal wasn’t “Spicy” enough to be considered a journal and that I shouldn’t be going on about work logs – so, as a firey reply, I am just going to start delving out secrets here because, well, that’s what you do with a journal – right?
This weekend my mother left town. She and I are the only people who live here on the weekend – this of course then left me here alone. Being the 18 yearold that I am, i decided it was party time.
After gathering some people and telling others about it, the first guest arrives. (From here out, names will not be said because that would be just TOO revealing). Guest1 has brought with him a bottle of Raspberry Vodka. Well I have never drank (a sip for tasting, but that was it cause it was nasty) and I don’t ever intend on it.
Now, my mother had told me “No Drinking” while she was gone cause she didn’t want to miss out – well I knew that this rule was already out the window because (what i didn’t know at this point) was that all of my friends drink; most very very heavily.
Anyway, guest1 also brought Jello mix, and started to prepare Jello Shooters (basically Jello with vodka). Anyway, I hoped that this would tide them all over and that’s all that would occur as far as drinking goes. Shortly after the Jello is set and is going, guest2 arrives and we talk and stuff and she’s made aware of the shooters. No big deal for her.
Anyway, more stuff happens and the night progresses (at one point a very “no drinking at all” person comes and well all have to tone down to keep from spilling about the jello) and it ends up being about 6 people at my house at 12-1 ish. So we are all laughing and having fun, and then people start taking off clothing and more drink (what was left from making the jello shots) is drank. At this point I am feeling very very uncomfortable, so I put my shirt back on and go downstairs (they were all upstairs) to just get away. By this point every one had been drinking – some more than others. Only one of the guests seemed to be able to “hold their liquor” and the rest were . . . well let’s just leave it at they shouldn’t be drinking.
Finally people get tired, some movies are watched people leave and at about 4AM me and the two remaining guests fall asleep in my bed. Wake up at about 11am and I take them home.
And that is the story of my first party with alcohol and girls – and I am never doing it again. Specifically the drinking part. I hated it – I don’t like alcohol at all – the taste, nor what it does to you. I used to think “to each their own” then after dealing with a suicidal-drunken friend i concluded, “Some people can handle it, some cant.” Now i find that, “Drinking is one of the stupidest things I can think of doing to have a good time.” Some reasons:
- It makes you forget things – why would you want that? If I have a great time (either with friends or intimately) I am GOING to remember it! I don’t want to forget it!
- It takes away inhibitions – at random. What I mean is this. Most people drink to relax – this relaxation come from the alcohol having a chemical effect on their body AND MIND. The mind part is the important one. It allows people to forget about inhibitions pre-ordained in themselves. IE – certain people, unless drunk, would never talk to the pretty woman at the bar because they fear they aren’t good enough. That fear is taken away with alcohol. What’s bad about that you ask? Simple, it’s not just THAT fear that goes. It’s ALL YOUR FEARS or RANDOM ones. So while you can now talk to that beautiful woman, you may also now be willing to take some incredibly horrible drug, or get a tatto you don’t really want or some other stupid thing. I find that I can get rid of my inhibitions just by wanting them to go away. And that’s just mental power – and it’s very very selective so that’s a good thing.
- It messes with your ability to do anything right. When I dealt with that suicidal-drunken person one time, they couldn’t walk, talk, or think straight. I am NOT willing to put myself there. Think about it, your fears of doing something dangerous are now gone, but you can’t competently perform whatever it is because you’re drunk. How’s that gonna do any good?
That was this weekends lesson learned the hard way – and probably the best way.