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I'm honestly unsure of why I let friends take me clubbing. I don't exactly dance, I'm too young to drink, and I always wind up smelling like marijuana and cigarettes, neither of which I enjoy. Being straightedge, a lot of the purpose of going to clubs is defeated. It's even more ridiculous when you're clearly attached and you go anyway. I'm not looking to pick up any guys, so what's the real point? I have friends here in Halifax, they don't take 'no' for an answer.
And clubbing I went.
The lights were too low and the crowd was too rowdy for anyone to recognize me, I suppose that's a good thing. The last thing I needed tonight was a random fan attack, and yes, it does happen in Canada. Though I was left alone, in a sense I truly wasn't. I don't know how the frequent clubbers do it. I was so sick and tired of people trying to lift up my shirt or grab my ass that I almost started yelling at people and making a scene. A lot of them were probably horny bastards on ecstasy and all, but really, it's an issue of personal space at some point. I was following my friends around the entire time until I just couldn't take anymore of the blaring hip hop and techno and had to go sit out for about two hours. People kept approaching me when I was sitting down inside, so I went to sit outside and had people ask me for lights or drugs. Is this what the human race has degenerated into? The club itself was a festering cesspool, in a way it represented today's society.
Maybe I'm just bitter and paranoid. Either way, I'd never be a frequent clubber.
And clubbing I went.
The lights were too low and the crowd was too rowdy for anyone to recognize me, I suppose that's a good thing. The last thing I needed tonight was a random fan attack, and yes, it does happen in Canada. Though I was left alone, in a sense I truly wasn't. I don't know how the frequent clubbers do it. I was so sick and tired of people trying to lift up my shirt or grab my ass that I almost started yelling at people and making a scene. A lot of them were probably horny bastards on ecstasy and all, but really, it's an issue of personal space at some point. I was following my friends around the entire time until I just couldn't take anymore of the blaring hip hop and techno and had to go sit out for about two hours. People kept approaching me when I was sitting down inside, so I went to sit outside and had people ask me for lights or drugs. Is this what the human race has degenerated into? The club itself was a festering cesspool, in a way it represented today's society.
Maybe I'm just bitter and paranoid. Either way, I'd never be a frequent clubber.