solomon_caine
10-29-11, 2:07 pm
As a teenager, with practically no direction in life but pure fun, I used to attend a whole yard of parties left and right. There would be drinking parties with my so-called friends, late-night hangouts in different places and food-tripping in the middle of the night. I remember drowning myself in the purity of freshly-brewed coconut vodka, a delicacy here in my country, which was flavored like bubblegum. One bottle was enough to take me down while it took three beers on a normal basis to help me get to sleep. Once availability strikes, I was nowhere near my home, where my folks and my bro needed my security and firmness in keeping them safe. I admit being an asshole sometimes when I was tipsy but never did I make a ruckus when I had one too many. I was that sane but at that time, I also figured that it was getting me nowhere real quick. I was already into bodybuilding at that time and made a complete fool out of myself for thinking that a wide back will do.
Then, just this afternoon, my friend told me how shit-laden he had felt when he experienced a Halloween party without the food, without the proper drinks and most of all, without pay. He was at a party that was jam-packed with people and also, flooded with alcohol. Out of the seven or eight floors he's been to, most would offer him drinks or two, a few shots here and a jigger there...until he got home and woke up the morning after with a hangover that feels like he got rammed by truck running at a hundred and eighty. Did I say Halloween? Yeah, he was dressed as Batman while his friends were dressed as members of the Justice League...all this amid the crowd that was filled with X-Men-dressed yuppies and Avenger-clothed hippies. While he relayed this to me, I suddenly remembered how glad I was leaving my night-life behind me. The shitty atmosphere, the snobs who filled the place, your friends who got drunk till sunrise...I was glad I gave these up for the Iron Game.
I attend family gatherings and what not but if ever I'm going to attend a party where my friends are, I'd best pass on it because of a few things. First, I don't get anything out of it; maybe the food will do, maybe the company and all but there's actually nothing to look forward to. The worst they'll do is invite you some place else and have you drinking beer till four in the morning. Second, I gave up on partying a long time ago. If ever I get to have these passes for some gig at a bar or something like that, I'd pass it up and I wouldn't mind people calling me crazy. I mean, hey, what's crazier than passing on a chance like that? I try not to be a party-pooper, the fucking least of my concerns if need be. It's just that there's more to life than just parties and drinking sessions. Some say life is all about making the most out of it...well why not make something out of it by changing yourself? You can't be forever drinking on an empty table in some bar and expect some progress. I see a lot of these young guys in malls and so-so places. Most of them look like they hit the gym once or twice but later during the day, you get to see the same guys again drinking away at a bar near some resto somewhere. So much for inner change...
As I end this post, I want to point out the things I have taken out of my system for damn good. I'm in the countryside anyway, which also calls for a sudden change of heart. First, I've given up parties that involve heavy drinking. I can attend family gatherings or social occasions such as a food convention or something but never disco lights and hard liquor. Second, if it ain't worth going to, it's out of my schedule. I have better things to do with my time than meet up with friends. Most of them are in the Iron Game anyway (my best friend's into powerlifting and he hardly meets up with any of us) so I guess they'll understand why you can't make it. Third, I'd rather be at home reading a book than go partying with a bunch of people you hardly know apart from the friend who brought you there. Call me boring and I'll call you pathetic. Who'd waste time with a drunk piece of shit anyway?
This Monday is Halloween...to me, it's another day in the trenches. Nothing new, nothing to look forward to, just the same old routine...hey, consistency is a good thing, you know. Though there are benefits in the use of new methods, the old effective ones will always work wonders. I really can't feel the Halloween spirit here...and I'm already a few blocks away from the cemetery...funny....
Hope God understood me here, thank you, Lord!
Then, just this afternoon, my friend told me how shit-laden he had felt when he experienced a Halloween party without the food, without the proper drinks and most of all, without pay. He was at a party that was jam-packed with people and also, flooded with alcohol. Out of the seven or eight floors he's been to, most would offer him drinks or two, a few shots here and a jigger there...until he got home and woke up the morning after with a hangover that feels like he got rammed by truck running at a hundred and eighty. Did I say Halloween? Yeah, he was dressed as Batman while his friends were dressed as members of the Justice League...all this amid the crowd that was filled with X-Men-dressed yuppies and Avenger-clothed hippies. While he relayed this to me, I suddenly remembered how glad I was leaving my night-life behind me. The shitty atmosphere, the snobs who filled the place, your friends who got drunk till sunrise...I was glad I gave these up for the Iron Game.
I attend family gatherings and what not but if ever I'm going to attend a party where my friends are, I'd best pass on it because of a few things. First, I don't get anything out of it; maybe the food will do, maybe the company and all but there's actually nothing to look forward to. The worst they'll do is invite you some place else and have you drinking beer till four in the morning. Second, I gave up on partying a long time ago. If ever I get to have these passes for some gig at a bar or something like that, I'd pass it up and I wouldn't mind people calling me crazy. I mean, hey, what's crazier than passing on a chance like that? I try not to be a party-pooper, the fucking least of my concerns if need be. It's just that there's more to life than just parties and drinking sessions. Some say life is all about making the most out of it...well why not make something out of it by changing yourself? You can't be forever drinking on an empty table in some bar and expect some progress. I see a lot of these young guys in malls and so-so places. Most of them look like they hit the gym once or twice but later during the day, you get to see the same guys again drinking away at a bar near some resto somewhere. So much for inner change...
As I end this post, I want to point out the things I have taken out of my system for damn good. I'm in the countryside anyway, which also calls for a sudden change of heart. First, I've given up parties that involve heavy drinking. I can attend family gatherings or social occasions such as a food convention or something but never disco lights and hard liquor. Second, if it ain't worth going to, it's out of my schedule. I have better things to do with my time than meet up with friends. Most of them are in the Iron Game anyway (my best friend's into powerlifting and he hardly meets up with any of us) so I guess they'll understand why you can't make it. Third, I'd rather be at home reading a book than go partying with a bunch of people you hardly know apart from the friend who brought you there. Call me boring and I'll call you pathetic. Who'd waste time with a drunk piece of shit anyway?
This Monday is Halloween...to me, it's another day in the trenches. Nothing new, nothing to look forward to, just the same old routine...hey, consistency is a good thing, you know. Though there are benefits in the use of new methods, the old effective ones will always work wonders. I really can't feel the Halloween spirit here...and I'm already a few blocks away from the cemetery...funny....
Hope God understood me here, thank you, Lord!