In life, a person is truly living when they are trying out new things whether it be traveling to a new place, trying new food, playing a new sport etc. Some of these things that we try, we end up liking and continuing to do them. It goes the opposite way as well where we may not like it and never go back to it again. Today, I want to share something I tried and gave up on.
It goes back to my university days. I had a friend and for this story I will call him J. J was the type of student that went partying every weekend. Honestly, I didn't understand how he was ok getting wasted and blowing more money in one day than I spent in a whole month. J would ask me every week "Hey Shawn, do you want to go clubbing?". It wasn't always these exact words but they were all leading to me saying no I don't want to go clubbing. Honestly, I would consider myself anti-social so I genuinely thought it wouldn't be suitable for me. I would just be wasting my money and time.
Then one day, I gave in. I told him I would give it a try. It just so happened that my dad was away so I wouldn't have to worry about coming back super late and getting questioned on why I was out so late. Anyways, I remember going to that club. At the time, it was called Fuze but currently, the place changed owner and now it's called Gemu if I'm not mistaken. Back to the story, I arrived and texted J letting him know. J got me through the front and inside the club.
The first thing that I saw was a ton of people inside dancing, drinking, smoking and talking. The music was pumping super loud. You could barely hear anything and the most convenient way to talk to someone would be to talk into their ear. The thing that bothered me the most though was the smoking. I don't think smoking should be allowed since it gave a horrible smell. Since I was there, I had to drink. I remember getting a light one with mix of fruit so it was low on the alcohol content. Then I remember there was a big bottle of whiskey or something and they were going around pouring it into everybody's mouth. It came to my turn and damn it tasted horrible. No offense but I just don't enjoy alcohol.
I remember feeling tipsy around 130-2am and I just left and got a ride home. My memory is a bit foggy on what happened after calling a taxi to take me back home. I think I fell asleep on the ride and the driver had to wake me up. Luckily, nothing bad happened to me. After that, I think just passed out on my bed.
The following day, I received a text from J asking what happened to me. I told him I wasn't feeling well and went home. He called me weak since I didn't drink "that much". I honestly didn't drink that much but since that was like my first time drinking, it did feel like a lot for me. I ended up telling J that I didn't like the clubbing life. The music was way too loud and the smell from the smoking was intolerable. I ended up telling him that "I'm retiring from clubbing". J laughed because I only tried it for one day.
Looking back on this experience, I don't regret my decision at all. I think if I continued to do it I may be in a bad situation right now. By bad situation, I mean I could've been hanging out with the wrong crowd and get stuck with drugs or gambling problems. One of J's friends did end up having that issue and I'm lucky it wasn't me. In addition to that, I saved a lot of time and money by not continuing clubbing; I feel it's quite expensive. As for what I could've gained if I continued clubbing, I can't really think of much. I might have gotten better at socializing and I would also have another gang of friends.
That's all for me this week. I hope you have a great weekend. For those curious, I did not try or drink that Hennessy. The Hennessy is a gift that my dad got from his friend and I'm just using it as the thumbnail!
