So this actually brings up an issue I’m having with a friend.  She stated once before that she’s never hung out with me where I’m completely carefree and fun without any of the rules or morals I have; that she’s never seen the REAL ME.  For example, I’ve never smoked weed, never will.  I don’t care or judge if others do, it’s just NOT MY THING.  She likes to point out that if I’ve never done/tried something, how can I say it’s NOT MY THING.  

Let me tell you this then: If I said committing suicide and jumping off a bridge (yes I know, it’s the stereotyped example but bear with me) wasn’t my thing, should I still try it and then decide?  How about we bring it closer to home: If I’ve never tried meth/cocaine/cigarettes/heroin—should I still try it and then decide?  What if I had sex without birth control or condoms just because it’s more risque—should I still even try that?  If I already know the side effects and the consequences of each of these actions, why would I bother to risk it?  I see no point.  I’ll admit I’ll TRY ALMOST ANYTHING once and then decide how I feel about it…but only to a certain extent.

 I weigh the decision on whether or not I KNOW I CAN DEAL with the consequences.  If I wanted to go skydiving, and the biggest risk is the chute not opening and me dropping to my death—well then I’ve already accepted that (maybe not the best but you get the idea of a “plan B” being involved). If I try exotic food for a night food stall that everyone says is awesome and my risk is food poisoning—then I understand that and have accepted it.   Hell, I’ve even gone camping once before…didn’t like it and haven’t gone since.

I don’t need to TRY EVERYTHING at least once…only an idiot would do that.   On one of my last nights in Canterbury, my roommate had a huge joint and shared it with the house.  We were just relaxing, drinking wine, and enjoying the last night together as roommates.  When the joint passed to me, I simply declined, saying it was my thing.  They didn’t judge or even make a scene, they just simply passed it on to the person next me to. No muss no fuss—and we still enjoyed the night.  

So tell me, why is one of my best friends (who I should also mention is a Psych major and apparently LOVES to psychoanalyze the rest of us and putting me into a stereotype of my gender) making this such a big deal.  Maybe the REAL ME is the person I am with her already.  Yes I may have gotten more drunk when our house had parties but the safety net in that situation was that my room was literally upstairs where I could lock the door after going to bed.

Sorry for the rant…but she has been really pushing my buttons lately and this pic pretty much represents what is going on between us.

(Source: funniest-out, via lolsofunny)