People always find it really odd when I decline a drink. After all I’m only twenty years old and should be ‘living it up’. I should be travelling and partying and doing stupid things.
I have no issue with people that do those things, by the way. It’s simply a personal preference. General society assumes that I’d be a drinker and for this reason I’m somehow strange or boring for not liking a drink.
With my 21st birthday coming up, there’s so much pressure to go all out and do something big because I can’t not celebrate it. I’ll regret it if I don’t, I’m told. Maybe later I will regret not getting into a state for my 21st birthday, for it’s what normal people do. But now? It’s the last thing I want.
People probably think I’m wasting my youth with a full time job, long-term boyfriend and no interest in parties or travelling. In a way this is a bit offensive to me – my life may be settled – boring, to many – but I’m pretty proud of what I’ve done with it so far.
I used to drink, almost every weekend in fact. I’d be in clubs with sticky floors and pervy men, waking up with Jäger in my hair. I enjoyed it then, but that was before I gave any kind of value or attention to my mental health and the way I spend my time. I prefer to spend my time (and money) on other things now. All the spare time I have goes into my boyfriend and blog and all the spare money I have goes into #TalkMH.
My mental health was one of the main reasons that I stopped drinking. Alcohol wreaks havoc with depression and anxiety. I gave up the things that I knew would make my mental health worse: alcohol, caffeine, in some cases, people. I went back to caffeine but never alcohol. It just didn’t appeal.
I have nothing against those who drink. It’s simply a personal preference. All of those closest to me are drinkers and I don’t think any differently of them for it. I’d just rather a cup of tea.
Maybe I’m old before my time. Maybe I’m boring. Ok. I’m ok with that. This is how I like it.