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Sobriety: The first test

Being sober while living on a university campus isn’t easy. It’s been just under a week since my humiliating Saturday night triggered the decision to not drink anymore, and last night was our end of exams final bar night for the year. My first challenge.

Physically, not drinking was an extraordinary improvement. There was none of the nausea or sticky mouth taste, and best of all, I didn’t need to pee every five minutes. I didn’t feel bloated or out of control. It was wonderful. I was able to keep my emotions in check which I can’t do when drunk.
The real challenge was dealing with the social side of things i.e. the fact that everyone else around me was drinking and drinking heavily. This wasn’t an ordinary night out- this was the last big uni party of the year, the last hurrah before everyone moved out of college the next day. Exams were over and our noise curfew had been lifted, emotions were running high and everyone was looking to see out the year with a bang. Imagine being the only person not drinking in an atmosphere like that. I’m lucky I have such good friends, but it was a bizarre experience to watch everyone else dissolve into bubbling, out of control versions of themselves, trying to speak to them like normal and realising you couldn’t.

The party itself turned out to be everything I hate. Loud, crowded, and full of creeps. Two of my friends had been drinking for a solid six hours before we even left our dorm to head to the bar. I wasn’t in a great mood, due to one of my ‘friends’ acting like a massive creep and two friends of a friend who I somewhat dislike tagging along. Drunk people aren’t that fun to be around, especially when you can’t hear each other and you’re being knocked into on all sides by people hooking up or trying to cop a feel.

Which leads me to the point of the night that made me realise how happy I was to be sober and more to the point, to realise how absolutely fucking over the whole event I was. I’ve been felt up before, in clubs, on crowded dance floors, and always been so completely off my face wasted that I either didn’t care or, and I cringe and hate myself as I admit this, but evenĀ liked it. Last night I was dancing with my friend, as as we pushed through the crowd to get off the dance floor to go to the bar, someĀ guy who I do not know, who does not know me, who I’ve never seen before and will never see again, took it upon himself to have a feel of my cunt and my ass. I was wearing a pretty short skirt and am still thanking my lucky stars that he didn’t manage to get his hand up underneath, but never in my life have I ever felt so utterly disgusted and violated.
And I was horrified by the realisation that if I had been drunk when it happened, I wouldn’t have felt that way. I probably wouldn’t have felt anything, just accepted it. Or worse, been pleased by the attention! But it isn’t attention at all. It has nothing at all to do with me. That guy didn’t see me as a human being, just a thing to be touched for his own amusement. Ugh. I feel gross just thinking about it. You may accuse me of over reacting, but everything about that moment felt so completely wrong and pervasive.

And please understand that it’s not even the fact that he touched me that I’m so horrified by. I’m more horrified by the fact that drunk me wouldn’t have cared, whilst sober me was 100% aware of how completely wrong it felt.

At the time, part of me wished I had been drunk so I wouldn’t have cared. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. But I’m glad now, in hindsight. That overwhelming realisation of how wrong it was and how bad I felt proved one thing at least: my self worth is more valuable then any drink could ever be. That same self-worth goes out the window when I’m drunk, and that’s not good. I’m not a more relaxed, less inhibited person when I’m drunk. I’m a mess who can’t feel good about herself who considers perversion as affection, as approval and affirmation that acting slutty and stupid is what I need to do in order to be valued.

It’s a hard lesson to truly appreciate and come to terms with, but a valuable one. And it’s affirmed further my resolve to no longer be a person who drinks. I’m absolutely not saying that this applies to everyone. I know plenty of intense drinkers who can shrug it off without a hangover and keep themselves composed when under the influence, but I am not one of those people. I’m not built like that. I never was and never will be. I tried to be, because especially living where I am, at the age that I am at, it makes life a lot easier. But it just isn’t right for me, and that’s that.

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A bottle of bubbles and a chocolate duck

Good noon to you 2012. It’s a whole new year.

So here’s a thing what I did. Last night for my new years celebrations, rather then go out to the pub with my friends, rather to head off to see some local bands jam in as many cover songs as they could before midnight, rather then make my way out of town to a party that I’d been invited to, I did this.

I stayed at home.

I stayed at home, with a cheap bottle of pink champagne, a chocolate duck, and a stack of the best Kung Fu movies I know. Once I’d reached the point of intoxication where reading the subtitles was becoming a problem, off I went to bed, and then I made this pact.

In 2011, I spent most of my time feeling completely stressed out. Ever little tiny thing, no matter how small, could be blown up into a big deal. What someone said, what they didn’t say, things that happened or didn’t happen. School of course was a big big deal for a very long time. But cynical as I am, I am a believer when it comes to new beginnings.

I like symbolic moments that signify a fresh start. I like new years eve more then I like christmas, for that reason that it is literally the start of something completely huge and new. A whole new year. A fresh start.

Not completely fresh, of course. Your problems don’t magically wash away, grudges are still there, debts, plans, people. But it feels like a chance to take a new look at things.

I try very hard to keep my new years resolutions. Last year, I resolved to do whatever it took to get the marks I needed in my HSC. And I did, but it cost me a lot of my everyday happiness.

Five years ago I resolved to give up eating meat, and I’m proud to say I am still very much on the wagon as they say.

So this year, I resolve that I will un-clutter the clutter and simplify. I will try not to stress and obsess, and not turn little things into a big deal. I will try to lead a harmless existence, and be bothered to do the things that require a bit of effort.

Yes is a crock of sentiment, but that’s another thing I’m going to do this year. Not give a shit what other people might think.

That was something I stressed about a lot last year. What people thought of what I said and what I did. I think a fair chunk of that can be attributed to that desire for approval towards the work I was putting in towards school. I felt like a proper dope a lot of the time, trying very hard to please and constantly feeling self conscious about what people might be thinking.

This year however, I want to relax and not care. I’m going to say what I want, without thinking about it, I want to do what I want, without worrying about what it might look like. This is the year to care about the things that matter, and not give a shit about the things that don’t.

And with any luck, this will end up making my blogs sound a bit more positive!

So, having managed to escape my weird night in without a hangover (aw yeah) I resolve that this year will be better.

That is all.

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