I Think I Outgrew The Party Girl Phase

Party Girl

My friends knew me as the party girl. I couldn’t not go out. It was like an addiction. I wasn’t addicted to the alcohol, but I was addicted to the excitement. I loved the feeling of putting away my worries around 8 or 9 p.m. and getting ready to go out. I loved spending as much time with my friends as possible. I also loved the feeling of never knowing who I was going meet. Nothing could stop me from missing a night out; not even my 9 a.m. on Friday’s or the risk of an awful hangover. I was reckless, but I loved it.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret a thing. I don’t regret a single shot, a single morning class missed, or even a single drunk hook up. They all taught me something. However, I think I outgrew it. The urge to go out three days a week has officially left my system. I feel like I’ve been in every sweaty basement in my college town and peed in every bathroom without toilet paper. I’ve danced to hundreds of remixes and had plenty of great nights that I can’t vividly recall. I’ve tasted some of the cheapest alcohol and ate some of the best drunk food. Yet now, when I go out the excitement isn’t there. Why? Because I know what to expect. Each night out seems to be similar to one that I’ve had before. It’s just not enough for me to want to go out anymore. Truth is, the party stage was a great stage. But just like any phase of life, it ends.

So now what do I do on my Thursday nights? Good question. I’m still figuring it out. I think I’m going to try to actually read my textbooks and proofread my papers a little more. I might actually get a decent night sleep. Who knows? I might even enjoy class when I’m not hungover. I’m actually kind of looking forward to it. Does it mean I’ll never attend a frat party again? No, of course not. But, I think these upcoming semesters will be a little different — a little more serious. You see, as much as I love a good night out, my GPA wasn’t too fond of it. I want to spend the next semesters preparing a little more for the “real world.” Unfortunately, the real world most likely doesn’t consist of me going to house parties most days of the week. The real world does, however, have toilet paper, so there’s a plus.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m forever grateful I went through the party stage. I made some of the worst decisions of my life. But those awful decisions made me grow up real quick. I learned so much more than one would assume on those drunken nights. I bonded with my friends more than ever as well. We definitely will have some great stories to look back on after college. But, for now, I’m looking forward to what life brings after the party stage. Hopefully it brings better grades, a healthier liver, and some nights that I remember more clearly.

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