I don't think I can deal with the drunken wasteland that is this city's bar scene, can't find a way to mesh with the kind of people who get wasted just for the sake of being wasted, people who will practically have sex on the dance floor with someone they've only met two seconds ago and who will then claim the next day that they were so wasted, they don't remember a thing about last night. Maybe I'm just self-righteous, but when I go to the bar, I want to get a little buzzed, just drunk enough to be brave, and then have as much fun as possible by dancing with people I love. I can't deal with these bars and how you look left, right and center and don't recognize a single person there. Or the people you DO recognize are the underage kids who go to school with your sister.
I'm not a square in the sense that I smoke pot, drink and get drunk occasionally, and defy gender roles on a daily basis, but I guess some of my ideals and philosophies can be quite... righteous, I guess. Sometimes I feel like a complete anomaly, like my actions and thoughts all clash against each other constantly.
Who am I, really? The goody-goody or the rebel?