Throughout my teenage years, I never seemed to do what my peers did. Maybe it was teenage rebellion, but Ive always felt the need to be an individual. There were many crazes throughout the nineties that I could just not understand. I was never a big fan of pop music, I avoided a lot of the more popular television shows, and unlike most teens nowadays, I never developed a drug problem. I got by in my own way with my own small circle of friends. I had to be me. Around the ages of sixteen to eighteen, I started to become a little more normal, and I went out with my friends to pubs and nightclubs. That was all fine at first, but the older I became, the more tedious it seemed. Id be absolutely fine until the effects of the alcohol would wear off. Id suddenly find myself dancing very badly in a nightclub, with no idea as to why I was doing what I was doing.
I moved to a different area and started to go out a lot less. A period of more than eighteen months passed with me not going anywhere near a nightclub. As time passed, I maybe changed a little. I seemed to become a little bit more hostile and a little bit more pessimistic, but Id never ever been the life and soul of the party so the change was minimal. Then last year, at the age of twenty, nearly twenty-one, I changed my job and had the opportunity to go out a little bit more. I drank beer, just the same as I used to, and got drunk just like old times, but for some reason, things just didnt feel the same. I couldnt put my finger on it, but something was wrong.
It wasnt until last weekend that it all finally came crashing down. I went out with some friends and decided that for the first time ever, Id be the designated driver. I wanted to go out but I didnt want to spend much money, so this seemed like the perfect idea.
We went to one pub and I had a coke, which was one of the more depressing experiences in my life. It just doesnt feel right to be in a pub and not be drinking alcohol. Nonetheless, I tried to stay positive and keep a smile on my face. Actually, thats a lie as I dont smile that much at all. Ok, so I tried to stay positive. And then we moved on to a nightclub.
Things were entertaining at first as there were lots of attractive girls wearing next to nothing to keep me amused. Then we moved downstairs to where people were dancing. Ive never been a big fan of dancing. Even in previous years when I went out on a regular basis, I had to be very drunk to even contemplate dancing. I cant dance I have no coordination! On this night, completely sober, I knew that there was no way in hell Id be dancing.
One by one, the people I was with disappeared so I just stayed to the side, watching. I wasnt just watching the females, although some were very nice indeed. I was just watching people in general, thinking, so this is clubbing. Its amazing how different things look through sober eyes.
One of the first people to amuse me was a moron that I can only assume was into heavy metal music. At least it think thats what it means when you have a guy wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt over something with long sleeves. Apparently, its some sort of fashion statement, although the only thing it states to me is that the poor son of a bitch didnt know what order in which to put his clothes on. It wasnt his clothes that amused me though.
You see, he was attempting to dance, but did so with his arms flying all over the place as if he was having some kind of seizure. His arms werent moving in any particular rhythm, they were just moving quickly and he looked quite ridiculous. The best thing of all was that he was using his dancing to try to impress the girls that were nearby. Hed move from girl to girl, putting on a display for them, although they looked about as impressed as I was. Now your average moron would have tried this a few times, then would have realised that it just wasnt working. But oh no, not this moron! For literally hours, he kept on doing this, going to the same girls over and over again, receiving exactly the same response.
But this guys approach was subtle compared to another person that I saw. I saw another guy walking around hitting on every single woman in sight, getting rejected, and then moving onto the next one. And this guy also went round the same girls with the same approach time and time again. Hed go up to a girl and put his arms around her, trying to dance with her from behind. She would then turn around and see him, glare at him and then he would move away and hit on one of her friends.
<*dv_0*> Meanwhile, I watched the other people there. They were all dancing to cheesy dance songs from the past ten years, clearly in their element. Thats when I realised this just isnt me! It was quite a surprise to realise that I just could not fit in with these people all around my age.
Im only twenty-one, but I actually feel a lot older. I feel like one of those seventy year olds that sits there bitching to anyone wholl listen about the youth of today and how ridiculous their trends are. I guess Ive always been like this, but I have to wonder if Im the only person my age who feels this way.
Am I the only one that sees The Darkness and is not at all impressed? To me, they are just a group of strange gay men that arent overly talented in any way. Theyre like a 2004 version of the Village People. Whats their next song going to be? D.A.R.K to the beat of YMCA? And what about Im a Celebrity? Im all for sending the likes of Jordan and Kerry McFadden to a desert island, but I heard that theyre actually going to let them back into the country afterwards. Why? There are also so many other things that are popular today that piss me off. Surely, I cant be the only one that feels this way!
Maybe Ill become more relaxed and more accepting of these unusual pop trends as I grow older. Sadly, I cant help but think, if Im this bad now, what will I be like when Im seventy or eighty? Watch out world!
Lee
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