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Ronald Jones said:I have a question regarding the topic in the title.
To illustrate my point, let me offer a few examples.
a) Suppose we attend a social gathering where, naturally, one is expected to drink something. What is the purpose of this, truly, if I am already aware that I don't enjoy it? In fact, I find the very notion of being obligated quite distasteful. Why is it that people succumb to this pressure, have a few drinks, and then subsequently expect that individual to actually get intoxicated? 😳 🙄 It is quite the same situation with cigarettes. 😳 😳
b) Furthermore, why is there such an obligation to be in a relationship right now? Is there something inherently wrong with me if I am single? Am I supposed to simply abandon all my standards and settle for the very first person who happens to be somewhat attractive? 😳 🍿 Yet, I observe that a vast number of people simply give in to these societal expectations. ☕ ☕
I’ll just answer this specific example based on my own experience.
Drunk people feel awkward around sober people because sober people remember every single detail, and they won't respect that person as much when they see them acting like that.
But when everyone is drunk, any ugly mess from the night before is just brushed off with an "oh, we were just wasted." That's how everything gets forgiven, though if you ask me, a person is more in touch with their subconscious and hidden fears when they're drunk than when they're sober.
I had this acquaintance who I know for a fact has never touched a drop of alcohol in his life. We went to class together for years, and even when he did hang out with us maybe five or six times, at least five or six times people tried to force him to drink something. I was the only one who would buy him a soda; the others would've let him die of thirst.
I stopped going out with that crowd, and I stopped drinking too.
There were times I actually drank just to tolerate those boring people easier, and getting home wasn't even an option because the people waiting for me were even more tedious.
Once I was sober, I realized how incredibly dull those people were, regardless of their state, and I finally saw things clearly and concluded—well, damn, whatever I saw in them doesn't mean I care about their stories at all.
I cut those boring people out of my life, and now I just need to avoid the ones at home. Don't get me wrong, I deeply respect what they've gone through to afford an education, clothes, and food, but we have nothing in common. I can't stand those awkward silences sitting in the same room as them.
So, I dealt with that problem too—I'm pushing my exams to the fall semester (so I actually have something to do over the summer instead of dying of boredom; usually, I breeze through the school year by July), signing up for various courses (with my own money, obviously), planning to volunteer, traveling, stuff like that.
And honestly, I seem way more satisfied with my life now than I was three years ago when I was drinking like a fish, had a huge circle of "friends," and was just rushing to get everything done.
As cliché as it might sound to others—not that I care—it feels like I'm slowly finding myself instead of letting social expectations define who I am.
It’s a good feeling when you start seeing light at the end of the tunnel. 🙂