I'm a Liar
Aug. 2nd, 2024 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leriaI have a bad habit of lying when I want to get out of things. It's usually the easy way out. And everyone I tell this to thinks I'm a morally reprehensible person for lying. Maybe I am, but I don't really see the harm in telling someone I "have a doctor's appointment" so I can't hang out, instead of telling them actually I don't want to hang out with you today. Which one makes the other feel worse? Because believe it or not, sometimes I just don't want to go out. It doesn't mean I don't like you, it just means I'm tired and would rather stay at home, but most people usually take that explanation the wrong way.
The only person I feel I can confidently say, "I don't want to hang out today," is probably Gama. That's just because he's always the same way.
Anyways, I woke up this morning to Zadea asking in our group chat who was planning on staying the night at her house this upcoming Friday. It's her birthday party, and while I love her, I just don't feel like sleeping over again. Last time, I got so drunk, I had my very first hangover. I don't want to say they peer pressured me into drinking because I drink on my own accord, but I would rather not hang out with a bunch of drunk people while being sober just so that I can avoid a hangover.
I ended up telling her (lying to her) that I had an online orientation for my mentorship job next semester, and she actually believed me.
But now Paula is asking me if I still plan on going clubbing with them.
Clubbing, it's just not my scene. Damaris thinks it has a lot to do with the club we went to. It was a Latin-style club aptly named Mala Vida, y'know, Bad Bunny blaring on the speakers, neon signs with words like "Culera" and "Bichota" on them. It just wasn't for me.
I was also under the impression that it was going to be a "baby" club. So no one over the age of 24 should be there, according to Gama's sister, but when I tell you that nearly everyone in that club looked like they were pushing 30. And I'm not here to shame anyone, have fun at any age, shake some ass, I just don't really feel comfortable being in a crowded place with a bunch of, what I consider, REAL adults.
I essentially spent the whole night sulking in the corner with Gama, and every once in a while the group would drag us to another part of the club. Never again.
I just told Paula that my mom would kill me if she ever found out I was going clubbing, which isn't a lie, so hopefully, she backs off of me. I do feel kind of bad, though, that's because Damaris will now surely not go either due to me not attending.
It's not like I am ditching them completely, we're going to a really fancy dinner that night, so I'll see them regardless.
Ahhh, Paula just responded with a simple, "ok." She is pretty bland when responding to text messages, so I think it's fine. She just messaged again, "well you will be missed." I can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not, we'll see.
I'm planning on going to the mall with Damaris and Gama tomorrow, so I'm excited about that, even though my funds are severely depleted. My mom just says I have to ask my dad for permission to go out tomorrow, which just slightly pisses me off.
It's not like he's going to say no, it's just that it sucks that I am 19, almost 20 (not really), and I still have to ask for permission to go out. Living in a Mexican household is not for the weak. Every day, I regret not moving across the country for college because of it. Oh well, guess I have to wait until I apply to either grad school or a job to be free. I still love my parents, though.
Well, morning came and went, and I'm still in my pajamas. Guess I should go do something productive.
The only person I feel I can confidently say, "I don't want to hang out today," is probably Gama. That's just because he's always the same way.
Anyways, I woke up this morning to Zadea asking in our group chat who was planning on staying the night at her house this upcoming Friday. It's her birthday party, and while I love her, I just don't feel like sleeping over again. Last time, I got so drunk, I had my very first hangover. I don't want to say they peer pressured me into drinking because I drink on my own accord, but I would rather not hang out with a bunch of drunk people while being sober just so that I can avoid a hangover.
I ended up telling her (lying to her) that I had an online orientation for my mentorship job next semester, and she actually believed me.
But now Paula is asking me if I still plan on going clubbing with them.
Clubbing, it's just not my scene. Damaris thinks it has a lot to do with the club we went to. It was a Latin-style club aptly named Mala Vida, y'know, Bad Bunny blaring on the speakers, neon signs with words like "Culera" and "Bichota" on them. It just wasn't for me.
I was also under the impression that it was going to be a "baby" club. So no one over the age of 24 should be there, according to Gama's sister, but when I tell you that nearly everyone in that club looked like they were pushing 30. And I'm not here to shame anyone, have fun at any age, shake some ass, I just don't really feel comfortable being in a crowded place with a bunch of, what I consider, REAL adults.
I essentially spent the whole night sulking in the corner with Gama, and every once in a while the group would drag us to another part of the club. Never again.
I just told Paula that my mom would kill me if she ever found out I was going clubbing, which isn't a lie, so hopefully, she backs off of me. I do feel kind of bad, though, that's because Damaris will now surely not go either due to me not attending.
It's not like I am ditching them completely, we're going to a really fancy dinner that night, so I'll see them regardless.
Ahhh, Paula just responded with a simple, "ok." She is pretty bland when responding to text messages, so I think it's fine. She just messaged again, "well you will be missed." I can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not, we'll see.
I'm planning on going to the mall with Damaris and Gama tomorrow, so I'm excited about that, even though my funds are severely depleted. My mom just says I have to ask my dad for permission to go out tomorrow, which just slightly pisses me off.
It's not like he's going to say no, it's just that it sucks that I am 19, almost 20 (not really), and I still have to ask for permission to go out. Living in a Mexican household is not for the weak. Every day, I regret not moving across the country for college because of it. Oh well, guess I have to wait until I apply to either grad school or a job to be free. I still love my parents, though.
Well, morning came and went, and I'm still in my pajamas. Guess I should go do something productive.
