A College Student in a World of Drunken Parties
A READER writes:
Please forgive my poor English. It is not my first language.
So, a little background: I’m a 20-year-old college student in a major university in my country, currently in the third year of my undergraduate course. As a good fraction of male college students, I come from a very socially awkward adolescence, and, as soon as I got in college, I was desperate to go to all the parties, and drink all the alcohol, and please myself from all the college girls that would be anxiously waiting for me, in these places. I should have gone to a total of about 20-30 parties, until a few months ago.
It turned out that all the repressed feelings of my adolescence that brought me into this quest lead me to nothing but a deep sense of disappointment. I have found that alcohol is not the happiness potion that people try to make it seem to be; that most people who call themselves “friends” of yours want nothing with you but to not leave them alone in these parties; and, most importantly, that the process of finding mates in these parties is the most humiliating and hurtful thing I have ever subjected myself to. (more…)




