On Conformity

Whilst I sit drinking my third green tea, I have a bit of a sober
confession to make. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become increasingly torn between
my own instinctual desires and the idea of social conformity, especially when
it comes to how I spend my weekends.

I often hear people state that ‘people my age’ are vivacious
social bunnies, who typically go out drinking at the weekends, attend
drug-fuelled festivals, and commit all sorts of drunken debauchery…all of the
above are (apparently) familiar stereotypes of my age group. Despite being a
recent graduate seeking to schmooze my way in to the serious, real world of work,
I still get the raised eyebrow when I admit ‘I’m just not into it!’ 

Many twenty-something’s I know, my close friends included, still
love to spend their weekends partying (and subsequently recovering). Indeed, you
could say that the majority of people in my social circle fulfill the stereotypes.
Now I’m in no way saying it’s a bad thing, it’s just not exactly…well, me.

I’m not the eager beaver who bounds home on a Friday evening from
work to get dolled up to go clubbing. I’ll admit it, that was me
(at the tender age of 16), but I instinctually feel as if I’ve outgrown it.
Actually, my own boyfriend’s parents were shocked to find out I didn’t fit into
this youthful, vivacious, stereotype when they first met me last weekend! 

Don’t get me wrong – I do have days where I crave a cocktail and
would much rather play sex and the city antics with my best friends instead of staying at home to watch reruns on the television, but these occasions are few
and far between. I definitely prefer quiet and intimate gatherings with close
friends rather than getting hot and sweaty with the masses in local

Often in life, we find ourselves being torn between what others
expect of us and how we truly feel. I frequently find myself thinking perhaps I
should just suck it up and be a bit more social when it comes to the end of the
week. (Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I absolutely hate
hangovers?) Whatever the case, I got the whole drinking thing out of my system
at an early age (pun intended). 

My case of social drinking on weekends is just one illustration of
the way that throughout life there are times where we may feel like a minority
or a bit ‘different’. But there is no way I’m giving my weekends up any time
soon for anything but relaxation, blogging, reading, family, and …Oh go on,
maybe just one glass of wine with my girlfriends.

I say cheers to individuality.



  1. October 10, 2012 / 2:42 am

    i adore what you wrote here…and i feel exactly the same…even though i think i am a little bit older than you:)


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