{"id":283084,"date":"2010-02-05T15:00:06","date_gmt":"2010-02-05T20:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/collegecandy.com\/?p=52085"},"modified":"2010-02-05T15:00:06","modified_gmt":"2010-02-05T20:00:06","slug":"the-sober-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/283084","title":{"rendered":"The Sober One"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-large wp-image-38697\" title=\"no_beer\" src=\"http:\/\/collegecandy.files.wordpress.com\/2009\/08\/no_beer.jpg?w=359&#038;h=349\" alt=\"\" width=\"359\" height=\"349\" \/>It took until the middle of my junior year of college, but I finally went to my first frat party. Well, a fraternity\u2019s semi-formal, anyway.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s not that I haven\u2019t been invited to these parties before. I nearly went to one during the first few weeks of freshman year, but decided last minute not to go when I realized that my denim mini skirt was about three inches longer than anything the other girls were wearing, and that, considering drinking really wasn\u2019t my thing, I probably wouldn\u2019t be comfortable.<\/p>\n<p>Yeah, I know. I\u2019m from a city that has more bars than traffic lights and go to a school that was ranked number one on Playboy\u2019s list of top party schools, yet I don\u2019t drink. Or party &#8211; in the traditional sense, anyway.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not opposed to drinking,\u00a0 I just never really saw the point and never liked the taste. Apparently, that\u2019s not the point either, but I digress. I\u2019ve been around friends drinking and had just as much fun without the liquor as they seem to be having with it. Hell, sometimes I even end up acting a bit crazier than they do. Like last year\u2019s end-of-the-semester\/good-bye party for a friend of mine who was studying abroad in the spring, where I had cranberry juice instead of sharing the wine and vodka. By the end of the night, I\u2019d joined in the crazy dancing, given my friend (who\u2019s gay) a lap dance, and was cuddling with said friend on his roommate\u2019s bed. I also go out dancing most weekends and after about three hours of shaking my bon bon, the only drink I want is a tall glass of water.<\/p>\n<p>But, like I said, I\u2019m not opposed to it; I\u2019ve tried it a few times, usually with the same results. It often just tastes like really bad medicine to me and I can\u2019t see why I should choose that over my favorite fruit juice or water. I can have just as much fun as anyone else without the booze, and, as I like to remind them all later on, I remember everything the next day.<span id=\"more-52085\"><\/span><\/p>\n<p>With some friends, this isn\u2019t a problem. We can hang out with some people drinking, some not, and no one will care; everyone has a good time, and that\u2019s all that matters. Others are apprehensive about drinking around me; they almost seem to think that I won\u2019t approve of their choice to \u201cindulge\u201d (as my semi-formal date put it). The worst, though, are the people who give me a hard time.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean you don\u2019t drink?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cYou just haven\u2019t had the good stuff. Try (insert drink here).\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cJust wait, one of these days we\u2019ll get you drunk.\u201d<br \/>\nAnd when I started at UM, I received countless renditions of: \u201cSo, are you a raging alcoholic yet?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Even my \u201csober buddies\u201d from high school eventually started drinking and now go on (and on and on) about how lame my life and weekends are because I don\u2019t get drunk, and all the fun I\u2019m missing out on as a result.<\/p>\n<p>The worst is that I&#8217;ve been dealing with this since the first time in high school (or maybe middle school, as sad as that is) that I turned down a drink. People <em>never<\/em> seem take no for an answer, no matter how polite or forceful I may be, or how many times I say it. And my refusing the drink is always some sort of personality flaw, a problem with me that they need to fix. I need to \u201cloosen up,\u201d \u201cgive it a try,\u201d \u201chave fun,\u201d \u201cjust cut loose and get totally sh*tfaced.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I really don\u2019t understand why my deciding not to drink is viewed as this horrible thing. It\u2019s not like I sit around and refuse to participate in anything my friends are doing just because I&#8217;m sober; when I\u2019m around and friends are drinking, I\u2019m fine. Actually, I&#8217;m more than fine. I&#8217;m fun! But while some friends have learned to accept that, others consistently are trying to \u201cfix\u201d my \u201cproblem.\u201d Because, obviously, I\u2019m atypical for a college student, and being so is this horrible thing that needs to be corrected.<\/p>\n<p>But really, it\u2019s unfair. Do I go around telling people to stop drinking? Or pulling away their cups? No. I laugh, I dance, I hang out and have a good time. In fact, the only times I&#8217;ve every done that is when people needed it (usually when they reach depressed drunk\/projectile vomiting\/their fifth drink on a school night). Otherwise, I have my cranberry juice, clink glasses, and have a good time.<\/p>\n<p>And maybe take a <a href=\"http:\/\/hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net\/hs148.snc3\/17552_1246150678288_1365030121_30726982_6569173_n.jpg\" >few pictures<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>  <a rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/gocomments\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/comments\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\" \/><\/a> <a rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/godelicious\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/delicious\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\" \/><\/a> <a rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/gostumble\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/stumble\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\" \/><\/a> <a rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/godigg\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/digg\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\" \/><\/a> <a rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/goreddit\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/feeds.wordpress.com\/1.0\/reddit\/collegecandy.wordpress.com\/52085\/\" \/><\/a> <img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/stats.wordpress.com\/b.gif?host=collegecandy.com&#038;blog=860993&#038;post=52085&#038;subd=collegecandy&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It took until the middle of my junior year of college, but I finally went to my first frat party. Well, a fraternity\u2019s semi-formal, anyway. It\u2019s not that I haven\u2019t been invited to these parties before. 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