So on Sunday I turned seventeen years old. I managed to drag one of my friends to see This Is It at the cinema to celebrate. I'd already seen it once with a different friend, but I was extremely desperate to go see it again. And as I was sitting watching the movie, I was hit by a sudden thought. Most seventeen year old girls that I know are only really interested in drinking wild amounts of alcohol, scoring guys and trying to fit in. Any of my other friends wouldn't even consider going to the movies to celebrate their birthday. Am I the only girl of my age group that doesn't find getting totally wasted appealing? I'd choose hot chocolate over vodka and I much prefer sitting in my bedroom, with a good book and my music, to going out with people. Am I somehow not normal? I love my own company too much. It scares me how some of my friends can switch from one boy to another within a few days. Sure, I have a boyfriend. But I crave my independence, that's why I don't think my relationship with him is going to last much longer. I can't say that the thought of a break-up scares me, in fact it gives me some kind of comfort. That sounds pretty damn heartless, but it's true.
Tomorrow is Friday. A friend of mine has organised for a group of us to go out and drink. Basically, the plan is to sit in a freezing cold park and drink until we can't see straight, then turn up at home at stupid-o-clock in the morning. I see no appeal in this whatsoever, but my friend said it's to celebrate my birthday. She organised it because she never gave me a present. I've told her it doesn't matter, but she's persistent. I'm not too taken by the alcohol part, but I suppose it could be fun. I'll get to catch up with some friends that I haven't seen in a while.
Peace Out,
Bethany Louise.
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