This girl is anti-drinking, anti-smoking, anti-wild partying and anti-drugs.
Yes, you get that right. I'm definitely not a good girl gone bad like Rihanna, or those college girls that gets wasted and ends up being raped. I won't do anything that would distort my self.
The closest I got to drinking was when Pearl, Dhary and I had a slumber party at my house. We were watching a very good movie and for the sake of fun, we opened a can of beer. I smelled it and I repulsed the smell. I don't get why so many people get so intoxicated with that kind of a beverage. It really has no appeal to me.
And I don't get why people of my age find it a necessity to party on the weekends and post pictures of themselves on Facebook holding 'the Bar' as if they're so proud that they're 'normal'. What they don't realize is that they're puting up a hard evidence, a reason, that automatically make me lose my respect on them.
(But I don't mean that drinking is instantly bad. Some people do it socially while others do it occasionally. But those people who abuse alcohol got some problem in them.)
I do party, but I do it responsibly. The publication sponsors a round of parties over the academic year and I attend them. Yet, I never got drunk, never smoked, never lost myself on some wild party music. I'm not saying that I'm all good. What I mean is that there are many, many, college students who drink responsibly and are smart, good people, fascinated by the world and all it has to offer but do not let alcohol ruin their presence of mind. They're mature and will not let alcohol lead thme to do stupid things.
And before I forget, how could people post their pictures with their private parts exposed! (I saw this girl, her boobs almost flashing out in the open, while dancing.)
People tell me that I'm missing out on life, that I wasn't living. Well, okay, I do sometimes think on branching out and try these kind of things. But the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that it's not worth it. And I realize that the fleeting moment of wanting to do something wild will pass. This stepping-out-of-my-comfort-zone thing will just make me hate my self when I look back the next day. My mature side tells me, constantly, that it's never worth it. It's just another day.
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The closest I got to drinking was when Pearl, Dhary and I had a slumber party at my house. We were watching a very good movie and for the sake of fun, we opened a can of beer. I smelled it and I repulsed the smell. I don't get why so many people get so intoxicated with that kind of a beverage. It really has no appeal to me.
And I don't get why people of my age find it a necessity to party on the weekends and post pictures of themselves on Facebook holding 'the Bar' as if they're so proud that they're 'normal'. What they don't realize is that they're puting up a hard evidence, a reason, that automatically make me lose my respect on them.
(But I don't mean that drinking is instantly bad. Some people do it socially while others do it occasionally. But those people who abuse alcohol got some problem in them.)
I do party, but I do it responsibly. The publication sponsors a round of parties over the academic year and I attend them. Yet, I never got drunk, never smoked, never lost myself on some wild party music. I'm not saying that I'm all good. What I mean is that there are many, many, college students who drink responsibly and are smart, good people, fascinated by the world and all it has to offer but do not let alcohol ruin their presence of mind. They're mature and will not let alcohol lead thme to do stupid things.
And before I forget, how could people post their pictures with their private parts exposed! (I saw this girl, her boobs almost flashing out in the open, while dancing.)
People tell me that I'm missing out on life, that I wasn't living. Well, okay, I do sometimes think on branching out and try these kind of things. But the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that it's not worth it. And I realize that the fleeting moment of wanting to do something wild will pass. This stepping-out-of-my-comfort-zone thing will just make me hate my self when I look back the next day. My mature side tells me, constantly, that it's never worth it. It's just another day.
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