drunk girl walking {hester/aloes}

I
do not like parties.

1)
Because they are loud. When somebody throws a big party, it looks
like the whole district gathers there. All kinds of young people.
When they all start talking at the same time, it is almost
unbearable. I like people. I understand that it is necessary for each
person to talk to somebody from time to time. But sometimes people
are not satisfied by speaking. They start yelling. And that really
freaks me out.

2)
Because they are messy. I could never manage to find my friends in
the huge crowds of people at the parties. And if I go with my friends
and we come inside together, I almost always lose them. It only takes
me a few minutes to get lost at a party and then I just go and sit
somewhere for a considerable amount of time, because leaving early is
lame for a cool career girl like me. The worst part is that I can't
even drink anything, because I don't drink alcohol and drinking
something that is not alcohol at a party can also be considered lame.

3)
Because of the awkward people. It is always nice to meet a new
friend. It is always great to talk to somebody. But big parties are
usually full of people who are not looking for friendship. I mean
people who get drunk and sometimes try to chase me around... Like
that one guy who was trying to kiss me at one of the parties I went
to last year. I suspect that their intentions are not exactly what
can be called noble. And I feel very awkward around those people
because... Well, I can't punch them in the face because it is rude
and I can't walk away, because I have to stay at every party for at
least a few hours. I can only hide, which is extremely difficult.

4)
Because of all the unknown people. Every time I come to a party, I
don't know anyone there except for my friends who usually vanish into
thin air almost instantly. I have to wander around and I don't even
have anyone to talk to. I feel more lonely than ever in those crowds
of partying people. That is rather depressing.

5)
Because of the extremely drunk people. It is all right at first, but
when an hour or so goes by, the circus starts. I see people doing
something they probably would never do if they were in their right
mind. I imagine my friends behaving this way. I do my best to
understand why people get drunk, but I can't.

I
am standing in the middle of a party madness again. My friends
dragged me in here, because they wanted to have fun. If I didn't
agree, they would think that I am boring. I am a Lumiere and I can't
be boring. So I went with them.

I
have to wait for at least another two or three hours before I turn
around, sneak out of this place and go home. I am trying really hard
to pretend that I am having fun and enjoying myself. Smiling and
looking at the other people for hours is what I usually do at all the
parties, but it is not as easy as it may seem. I feel like the smile
has been glued to my lips. I am trying really hard to fight the urge
to yawn loudly, because I am usually in bed already by this time. I
know that all this can have a bad effect on my training and I have to
force myself to stop thinking about it every minute.

There
is a girl who is going into my direction and I step out of her way. I
know what usually happens when people get drunk at the parties. They
lose their coordination completely and can bump into everyone on
their way. I don't want to find out if the girl can hold her balance
when she comes closer. However, everything I have done is not enough
to prevent her from colliding with my body and puking on my new pair
of shoes. Perfect. Just perfect.

She
is saying that she is sorry. Really? I don't care. I take a bottle of
water out of my bag and pour it on my shoes to clean them. Now they
are clean, but really wet. Suddenly an idea crosses my mind. Why
don't I use this whole embarrassing situation to my advantage? I look
at the girl again. She obviously needs help to get home. And I am in
desperate need to get out of this place without looking lame and
boring. This girl could be a perfect excuse. I smile at her
innocently and start speaking:

“Don't
worry, it is all right. I never really liked these shoes anyways.”

Yes,
I indeed never really liked these shoes, because I don't have a soft
spot for clothing in my heart and deep inside I never really care
about what I am wearing. The style of my clothing and the way it
looks only bothers me if I think it spoils my career appearance.

“You
look like you need help getting home. I could help you if you want.”

Hopefully
she will agree and we will leave together and I will go to bed
earlier than a few hours from now and the next day I can tell my
friends that I have made a new friend at a party and that's a cool
thing, I think.