I started going to parties and night clubs from the age of 15-16.

I guess it was just one of those things you did, because everybody thought it was “cool”.

Of course It’s not cool at all.

Standing around, meeting random girls, kissing girls, one night stands…. And then repeating the same thing the next night or week.

I just never saw any fun in any of it.

I’m an introvert. But that’s not really a reason I dislike parties and nightclub scenes.

These Are The Reasons I Really Hate Going To Parties.


1. Drinking till you drop

There’s nothing wrong with drinking.

At least that’s the politically correct thing to say. And “most” people say that.

Well I’m not “most” people.

99% of everyone who goes to parties to drink till they drop are running away from their demons.

How do I know? Because I can see demons obviously.

But seriously speaking, all it takes is listening to what they have to say in their “drunken” state.

  • I’m having a hard time dealing with a breakup.
  • Work is depressing.
  • I have no self confidence.
  • I’m scared of what tomorrow will bring.


These are the kinds of things a drunk person will whisper in your ear. Or cry out to you because their emotions are higher than Snoop Dogg on any given day.

While “drunk” that is.

It’s no fun being around people who aren’t really having fun.


2. Drugs

This is the worst.

Mollies. Whiz. Cocaine. Crack. Weed. Cigarettes. Pills. I don’t wanna be around that BS.

It stinks. And as far as demons go, it’s the ugliest of its kind.

People look as if their eyes are popping out of their skulls, kind of like how Tom or Jerry looks when in shock in the cartoon.

Except this is no cartoon. And it’s no joke.

I have empathy, but I also have boundaries.


3. Dancing

This isn’t an issue. I think this is what makes parties come alive. Not that I dance because I’m simply too cool, but still.

I get it.

That being said, I’d rather be reading a book, writing, learning, working on something, or traveling somewhere new. But that’s just me.


4. Crowds

This is the introvert in me I guess. I’m a paradox.

Why? Because I love attention and crowds. But in a funny way I don’t need it, and also don’t like too much of it.

It drains my energy if exposed to too much of it. But more than that: I don’t see the value in talking to a stranger who won’t even remember the conversation by time they wake up.

Because they’re that fucking drunk/wasted/whatever.


This is who I am, and I can’t or won’t change that for anybody.