Party Monster

Life lessons are learned every day, but there are certain ones that stick with you. My freshman year, I learned that you can’t really trust people. Everyone has their own agenda or means behind what they do. Nothing remains genuine anymore, everyone has something to gain. It’s kind of sad when you put your trust into someone, and then they just betray you, no hesitation, and no regret.

My first high school party, sound like fun right I mean come on they usually are, but not this one. It wasn’t the fact that I knew absolutely no one at the party or that everyone around me was either wasted or under some other influence. None of this bothered me, but the night ended up full of drama. It wasn’t even a high school party. More than eighty percent of the people at the party were not in high school anymore. At the time I felt cool though, I was at a party, I had taken my first shot of alcohol, and everything seemed great. Except it wasn’t. I awkwardly stood in the corner as my “friend” was “dancing” with some guy in his mid-twenties who looked like he didn’t even knew where he was at the time. It was eleven, and the night had just begun.

The real trouble started  when my friend came up to me at about two in the morning, with her mind on a completely different planet, and asked half belligerently, “what’s wrong?” I didn’t want to seem like a downer so I sloshed down what remained of my drink my drink. Bad idea, and tried to pass it off as I was having the time of my life. She then proceeded to savagely insult me and talk about how she doesn’t even like hanging out with me and that she only hung out with me out of pity. I really didn’t feel like putting up with her drunken escapade any more so I told her off and walked out of the party with a bottle that she had bought with her own money ( at least worth thirty dollars).

The party was in the north east and I had no ride home, so I just walked in the direction of my house and though that I would make it home eventually. My parents thought that I had spent the night at a friend’s house, so there was no worry about where I was. I tried finishing the bottle but ended up only getting half way through it then leaving it abandoned in the middle of the street. So my night was totally unproductive and pointless. I was left half drunken and with a damaged ego. I guess that’s what I get for thinking that she was my friend.

I learned that you can’t trust everyone, especially after learning that before I left she stole twenty dollars from my wallet. Whatever, it makes a decent story. I watch everyone now, seeing their true motives. Cynical maybe, but not stupid.