I am, my fellow escapists, a geek. I have always been a geek. My exam results are relatively low, my common sense is lacking, my knowledge of geek trivia and lore is pitiful... but I am still geek and thus it has always been. As such, my life at Secondary School was horrific; little more than a complex ordeal of social inadequacy and physical strife; I scraped my way through GCSE and A Level with the minimum grades, excitement and friends. I also never went to parties. I was never invited to parties and I never really wanted to go to them anyway. I find large groups of people highly disconcerting, sexual activity somewhat repulsive and alcohol all out abhorrent... so it's rather odd that I lamented my lack of invitation. I, despite my perpetual loneliness, always felt that little bit more left out.
So it is odd you might say that, in this, my first two weeks of University, I have been invited to more parties than I have in all the years of my life... and not attended a single one. The mandatory course party notwithstanding of course... But the fact is, I have grown so used to not going to parties, so conditioned to the sequential life of domestic existence, that I just... don't want to go. "Fresher's week will be exiting" they say "There'll be lots of parties" they conclude... but to what end? I do not drink and panic when surrounded by strangers. Am I really expected to endure simply for the sake of social norm? This quandary is compounded somewhat by the fact that I am obsessed with the party life-style; in a very comic-book, mid-eighties kind of way albeit. Municipal Waste and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle preach their party life-style! Bill and Ted salute the excellence of the party but, all this considered, I sit alone once more...
Dearest Escapist; do you party? Do you like parties? What was the last party you went to and what crazy shit happened there?
EDIT: I'm not attacking parties. Nor am I attacking people who attend and enjoy parties, I'm just starting a discussion about them. Don't just talk about or insult my personal stance on the subject; discuss the topic, dudes.
So it is odd you might say that, in this, my first two weeks of University, I have been invited to more parties than I have in all the years of my life... and not attended a single one. The mandatory course party notwithstanding of course... But the fact is, I have grown so used to not going to parties, so conditioned to the sequential life of domestic existence, that I just... don't want to go. "Fresher's week will be exiting" they say "There'll be lots of parties" they conclude... but to what end? I do not drink and panic when surrounded by strangers. Am I really expected to endure simply for the sake of social norm? This quandary is compounded somewhat by the fact that I am obsessed with the party life-style; in a very comic-book, mid-eighties kind of way albeit. Municipal Waste and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle preach their party life-style! Bill and Ted salute the excellence of the party but, all this considered, I sit alone once more...
Dearest Escapist; do you party? Do you like parties? What was the last party you went to and what crazy shit happened there?
EDIT: I'm not attacking parties. Nor am I attacking people who attend and enjoy parties, I'm just starting a discussion about them. Don't just talk about or insult my personal stance on the subject; discuss the topic, dudes.