For years I have been criticized for not being someone that goes out. I have been told I’m “lame,” “no fun” and “dumb.”
Since my freshman year I have been ridiculed for being a homebody. My two roommates always made fun of me, because I preferred to be at home in bed by 8 p.m. It’s never really bothered me, if I’m being honest. The only reaction it has provoked is an eye roll and a giggle. That eye roll was for obvious reasons, while the giggle was because I knew they were going to come home in the early morning and have to wake up with a hangover from hell.
So why don’t I go out? Well, I’m not much of a drinker. I don’t really like the taste of alcohol, but I’m also not a fan of the buzz. I ultimately end up getting super tired and crave the feeling of being in my pajamas with no makeup on. The other reason is that I don’t have a need to go out.
For years I have taken the approach of, “I’m not going to put myself in a vulnerable position.” I don’t want to be subject to drunk males, gossip, foolish acts or untrustworthy people. I have a hard time believing that if I go out with friends, there will be someone in our crowd looking out for me, which is totally OK. It’s not anyone’s job to babysit me, but the fact of the matter is that I don’t want to be babysat, and I don’t want to babysit my friends.
There’s also this notion that when you go out it’s to meet new people, whether that be with the intention of forming a romantic relationship or a new friendship. I personally feel like I’m not going to meet my new BFF at the bar. I am a busy bee and my kind of people understand that.
My perfect night on the town is having a meal, some drinks, good conversation and then being home by 8 p.m. and asleep by 9 p.m.
The other side to relationships that form at bars or parties is the romantic ones. I am someone who is in a long-term relationship, who plans to be married in the next two years. I want to come home and wind down with my partner. For me, my favorite part of the day is coming home, eating dinner with my boyfriend, showering and getting into bed.
I think it’s incredibly bizarre to judge or ridicule someone for not wanting to go out. Just because I go downtown maybe once every other month does not mean I think I’m so much better than you or that I’m a prude. All it means is I know what I like, and you know what you like.
So please, if your friends don’t want to go out, don’t take it personally, and don’t resort to peer pressure, because let’s be honest, peer pressure is so 2010.