The Third Stage of Hell--Parties

I don't drink booze or smoke pot--it makes me feel paranoid and out of control, plus drugs are stupid. So when everyone's grinding up against one another and drunk off their asses, I'm the chick standing in the corner wondering what the hell I was doing there, trying to have fun but really just bored and tired. My cousin once took me to a party, but become pretty pissed when I told her friend to F-off when he tried to cup a feel. I don't think she got the fact that I was uncomfortable, and the only way I would be is if I got drunk, but--not only is it difficult for me--I don't like the way I feel when I'm plastered.

Parties have never been my thing. Maybe hanging out with my friends and stuff, but never big ones where I'm afraid the cops are gonna bust us. Plus all those drunk teenagers and twenty-some years olds make me feel closed in. I like small dark spaces, but when its filled with sweat, pot smoke, and screaming rap, not so much.