key word being 'high' which is not something to be proud of.
i suppose the main point i'm trying to make is that i know a few people that are in their 30's and 40's, that still party like it's 1999 – partaking in a bit of cheech and chong highness, so to speak.
really, i tried and tried and TRIED not to judge. and to be completely honest, i'm not at all against the occasional drink-fest (very occasional) or smoking marijuana. to each his own, so long as they act responsibly.
it's just that i know a couple of people who happen to do either of these two activities… well… a lot. doing one or two every three nights is to me what should be considered a lot. even every weekend – that IS a lot! what was worse was that they use to talk about it to me. after awhile, i almost felt like they were bragging.
after awhile, i realized, they WERE bragging. and after awhile… they started to imply that they were much 'cooler' then i was for 'partying it up' while i stayed home on friday nights, doing the responsible thing of reading a bedtime story to my daughter and tucking her in, followed by my routine of changing into my pj's and curling up in bed with a good book or watching a dvd. friday nights are rarely a social night – i'm too tired from a crazy week and it's the best time for me to obtain solitude. i save my social outings for saturday and possibly sunday – which are mostly evening of sober but fun banter, dining and the occasional alcohol buzz.
anyway, point is… well wow. i suppose my friday nights are somewhat dry. but to have some one try to persway me into thinking that i am not cool because i do not drink myself to the point of complete intoxication or that i don't smoke weed, pot, grass, joint, doobie or whatever they call it these days… can i just point out that this type of peer pressure attitude stopped working on me when i turned 16?
but back then, it was different, wasn't it? even though i had no interest in partaking any of these 'cool' activities, i still felt a little embarrassed to be pointed at and laughed at by my much 'cooler' peers of the 'A-list.' after all, they were always greater in numbers then little ol' me.
to hear something like that now? whew! i have to admit it… it's sad. it's completely, utterly and embarrassingly sad.
maybe i am being judgmental. but i wasn't in the need to be until i found myself in a position that i thought was so in the past of my high school years.
grow up – do what you will but please… i'm quite happy to be sitting home on a friday night. there's a warm bath waiting for me. and perhaps even a cup of hot cocoa. i'll be soaking in the bath while the lighting lights up the sky in the big windows next to the bathtub. the rumbling sounds of distant thunder will be rolling in as the rain starts to drum it's pitter-patter pattern of uneven beats.
i'll be sitting there in the dark with nothing but candlelight with my husband is in another part of his house, doing his thing, and my daughter sound asleep for the night.
i'll be thinking that life is pretty good.
and no hangovers will be awaiting for me the next day.