Okay so I struggled with this title a bit because if you follow me on Instagram, you will know how much I blaaaady love me a glass of wine on a Friday night. I love having a cider in a beer garden when the weather is nice. Heck I love a gin and whatever when the girls are round for a movie night.
But you know what I don’t like? I don’t like nights out. I don’t like shots. I don’t like clubs and I bloody hell do not like hangovers.
I look back on my early uni years and I do not know how I did it. Night out, hungover in bed for the day, then back out that night again.
But now I have one night out and I am bed stricken for days. God I hate it.
I think it’s taken me a long time to realise that I just really do not like nights out. I would always try to come up with an excuse to bail early or get to bed as soon as I could. I would get so much stick for always being the one to go missing, only to find out I snuck off to go to bed. As soon as I felt myself starting to get a bit tipsy, I would dread what tomorrow’s hangover would bring and want to get home as soon as I could.
I think it was always a bit of a shame thing. Shame over the fact that I don’t like what everyone likes, because you’re supposed to like what everyone else likes, aren’t you? If everyone enjoys something but you don’t, you’re not cool, lame even. And I guess I just never wanted to be seen as an outcast. I never wanted to be that girl that everyone goes ‘oh she HATES that’ or make digs over the fact that I wouldn’t want to go. Because the confusing thing is that I do like a drink. I love having cocktails with the girls and I love opening up a bottle of wine… but I don’t like heavy drinking. Which seems to be quite confusing to explain….
But I guess it’s now time to get my head out of my own a** and stop worrying about not seeming ‘cool.’ For goodness sake, we’re adults and if I don’t want to do something, then I don’t well bloody have to. I need to stop forcing myself into situations where I will be clock-watching until the acceptable time comes to bail. I need to stop justifying what I like and don’t like and feeling the need to explain myself.
So yeah, I don’t like drinking lots, and if that makes me uncool then I’m the happiest uncool you’ve ever met.
