Is this uncommon? This has pretty much been my story for at least two years, at least. Which meant I hated going to the club during my senior year in college. But why?
I’m a year younger than most of my friends, and when I was 16 or 17 I was always so upset that my mother wouldn’t let me go to the club with them. Finally, when I was of age (or somewhat), I went to my first nightclub. Initially, I was ecstatic, but after going a few times, my excitement turned into.. “This is it?”
From then, my disappointed just turned into a pure DREAD of going to the club. Like, I hate it now. First of all, I hate wearing heels. Yes, they’re cute, girly, feminine blah blah blah, I hate heels. I’m much more comfortable with my feet planted firmly on the ground.
Unless you’re going to a nightclub in a small, rural town where people don’t want to waste their best outfit (pretty much where I went to college), heels are a must for a nightclub. Then we have the guys who offer to buy you a drink in exchange for your soul, or at least your number at the end of the night. The same guys who whisper sweet nothings in your ear that turn into lewd and rude remarks as you decline their offer: those guys that yell out any derogatory statement about you once they realize that you don’t want to be bothered with them.
I hate the club.
The worst part about it is, I’ve found myself forcing myself to go or being forced by my friends. I usually talk myself into going by telling myself that I’m a twentysomething and this is what twentysomething do. We go to the club on the weekends. We don’t sit at home and watch countless youtube tutorials and Netflix and read a good book with a glass a wine. Stop being a homebody.
Soon after I convince myself to stop doing the things I love doing, I end up in a club with heels to high, a drink too expensive, hair too sweaty with a dress too tight.
I hate the club.
Now, don’t mistake this for a hate for being social. Although I consider myself an introvert, I do love a good time outside the comforts of my room. I enjoy a ‘kickback’ or a few friends gathered at a peer’s house with good music, food, drinks, and company. We laugh, mingle, the lights are on and heels are optional.
I love a good step show. I love a good concert. A bar is not even terrible. It’s really just the clubs I hate.
I can name a few times where I was actually willing to go to a club. Homecoming, of course, and other huge times where going to the club is basically like going to a party with all of your peers. During these times, I stomach the nightclub and have actually have a good time.
But, on any given Saturday night where my friends and I are bored and decide on what to do, if someone suggests a club, I groan on the inside. Especially if it’s raining. Or cold.
How do you feel about the clubs? Do you like them?