Somehow, I didn’t receive the message that binge drinking is the only way to become an adult. I didn’t think my preference for reading a book cozy in bed over blacking out made me boring, but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something. Somehow, my glory days are wasted by not having wild party stories to tell, but instead being able to relate back my “fun and exciting night” of writing, doing homework, or editing my photography.
I know I’m not the only one that prefers to stay in, but some nights that’s what it feels like when no one will answer my texts or spend a night in with me. I don’t even bother asking someone to spend a night exploring Boston with me because I know what the answer will always be: a no followed by a lame excuse, and then pictures from a party they attended later that night.
I will admit, I’m not entirely innocent all the time; I drink with some close friends in a dorm room from time to time, but the idea of being in a crowded room full of strangers is something that isn’t appealing to me whatsoever. I know everyone has different mindsets and everyone is entitled to their own opinions, but there have been occasions where I’ve been ridiculed for not going out. Being called a “shut in” isn’t exactly the best way to make friends in college. All the stories I hear make it sound like the only way to make friends and get to be known is by going out, even though nobody remembers it the next morning.
What makes this situation worse is trying to make friends. Not sounding narcissistic, but I feel like I can offer more than just a good time. I care more about indulging in though provoking conversations, while others are confused as to why I care so much about school like topics.
My family and I pay enormous amounts of money to provide the education of a lifetime, but somehow I feel like I’m letting someone down by coming home only with an outstanding report card.
I thought choosing a school that had an unknown party scene would help me find more people like me, but instead it has made me feel like more of an outcast. Now, the conversations I hear only consist of people complaining and deciding to transfer because the parties aren’t enjoyable.
With numerous ranked lists of “best party schools” found online and stories regarding infamous frat parties, I can’t help but feel like I’m missing the “college experience.” People don’t talk about all the sober Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays they had that at college; they go home and talk about all the crazy parties. Somehow, I skipped the part where everyone became adults and now I’m just stuck behind.
Author: Madison Paloski
Author Bio: I am a writer and photographer going to college in Boston, MA, where i study Fashion Communications and Promotions. I’m inspired by fashion icons and artists and hope to one day make a name for myself.
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