lostD wrote:
AmberEyes wrote:
Binge Drinking: saying gobbledy gook then being violently ill afterwards. Drinking Games.
+1
And thinking that's the only way of enjoying life and youth.
How can this be a norm ?
This behaviour has made me feel afraid to connect with anyone or go to social events.
I've missed out on years of social experience that I'll never get back.
People used to be violently ill in my corridor at College.
At night, I could hear them all caterwauling, screaming and beating each other up.
In the morning, there'd be broken bottles all over the courtyard.
People turned a blind eye to this behaviour.
I felt like I couldn't be me in a toxic environment like this.
On fieldtrips, an assesor who was marking my work got so drunk that he couldn't stand up. I had to literally help him off of the floor. There were beer bottles stacked high on the tables all. At the end of the week, our "reward" was to get offered free vodka shots at party venues. I didn't drink any of it.
People had ingested so much free/cut price alcohol by the end of the night that they were vomiting, jibbering and swearing at each other. I had to politely tell one girl to get her hands off of me and to stop saying disturbing things.
Call me a Puritan if you like.
I noticed that the cheaper booze is, the more booze young people ingest.
I can't escape from drunk people it seems. At home or at College.
Maybe I'm the one at fault for not trying to hold a sensible conversation with a drunk person. Perhaps I have a social impairment because I consistently fail to engage in casual chit-chat with someone who's passed out on the floor.
Maybe I complain too much. People have a right to express how they feel. Maybe I'm not "cool" if I don't punctuate my speech with expletives.
Perhaps I am developmentally challenged if I don't try and squeeze my feet into high heels or pierce my body in various places.
All in all, maybe I'm a weaker person because I don't choose to torture myself physically or engage in substance abuse.
I have flash backs. I remember feeling incredibly unsafe and stuck in a social straight-jacket unable to be myself.
That's why I have depression.
Maybe it's Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.