This weekend, I went to see my school's drama, I watched The OC and a couple movies. I worked. I went to bed at a reasonably early time, and woke up at a fairly decent hour. I had the option to go out, but I chose to stay in with my roommates instead, cuddled up on the futon. It was, all in all, a chill weekend, and I'm not terribly upset that I didn't waste money to essentially embarrass myself.
My weekend could be called, by those who spent hours on York Rd, "lame".
Was it really, though? Since when do I have to get obnoxiously inebriated in order to have a good weekend? When I was in high school, I went to the mall, saw a movie, spent way too much time at diners, smoked cigars in parks, and went to shows - local or at venues like the Electric Factory. I went to the occasional party and worked quite often. My life wasn't considered lame then, but now there seems to be such a high standard on going out and getting drunk at every possible opportunity. (It's funny how this is seen as normal behavior for college students, but a disease, namely alcoholism, for those who have since graduated and are nearing their 30s.) According to this societal norm, regardless of whether you actually want to go out, you have to go out.
You know what?
Fuck you guys. I'm not lame, and my weekend was pretty respectable. I had a good time fucking around with some friends, playing with a new camera, and watching two movies in a row featuring Zac Efron. There's nothing wrong with going out, because I do find enjoyment in drinking and dancing in Baltimore's finest establishments, but can't we all take a break? Why does the weekend's value depend on cab rides and dollar beers? It's actually quite nice to stay in, and - I don't know - relax, enjoy the silence and share some laughs over the trivial things in life.
(Just an idea.)
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