“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.” ― Margaret Mead

About two weeks ago I posted on the blog how blogging has changed the way I see myself and others around me and I’ve also said how I was never an easy influenced child or teenager. I always knew what I wanted for myself and what I didn’t want and that reminded on this idea for a blog post I had pushed to the back because I didn’t know what interesting that would be but I just felt like writing about it. This is my space after all, right?

I don’t like to go out at night. In fact, I hate it. When I say going out at night I mean going out to party all night in crowded clubs. I hate it with all my body. All my friends started to go out at the age of sixteen but I didn’t feel the urge to. I never understood the fascination with that activity and for a lot of people that is just purely weird. I know.

That is not my environment. It’s not an environment where I feel good and relaxed. It’s not an environment where I feel like myself. I don’t like crowded places. I don’t like to yell at someone so that they can hear what I’m saying and so that I can hear what I’m saying myself. I don’t like to feel smashed between people whenever I try to move my toe finger. I don’t like alcohol and I hate what some people let alcohol do to them. I feel anxious and uncomfortable.

When I went to Uni everyone around me thought that that would change. I thought that myself. It didn’t. I’m on the third year now I still don’t like it and I always say NO to it whenever I can. For some time I thought I’d eventually get used to it but then I realised you’re not supposed to get used to it, you’re supposed to enjoy it and I don’t enjoy and I just accepted that long ago now. 

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I love going for coffee with friends and sit with them and have a nice chat but don’t ask to go out partying because that’s your vision of fun. That’s not fun for me. It’s suffocating. I still haven’t got there and all I can think about is leaving already. Saying this, I don’t mind people that go out. In fact, most of my friends do and I totally don’t mind it. Of course, I never go with them but I don’t stay at home thinking about it with a little tear scrolling down my face because I know that I wouldn’t be feeling fine there. 

I’ve accepted we’re all different and in this case, I’ve accepted that I’m different from most people and that is fine as well. What about you? How do you feel about this topic?

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