Clubbing’s the most fucking overrated thing ever

OMFG.

Last night, I went out with my friends to this half-bar, half-club place (it was a queer bar!). Seriously, I had one drink and I was already spewing. I refuse to believe that one cranberry and vodka could get me so drunk that I had to throw up two times. But that’s what happened. For two hours, I was just sitting on the bathroom floor – yes, I do realise it’s dirty on the bathroom floor – recovering from my “drunken” state.

Funny thing, about eleven or twelve people asked me if I was alright. They came up to me and said, “Are you alright? Do you need some water?” which was getting annoying after the third time. Though having said that, it’s nice to know that people care. I really was surprised about the concerned state of the people in the club. And I have a feeling I won’t be attending clubs for a while now because it’s the most fucking overrated thing in the history of ever.

I’m not the kind of person to go out to the club every Friday or Saturday and hang out with friends that way. It’s not my favourite way of socialising. Like I said before, I think it’s one of the most overrated leisure times in the history of ever. I don’t see what’s so great about it. It’s not like you can actually socialise anyway – the music is loud which means you literally have to scream to have a conversation – or don’t talk at all – and it’s fucking crowded, to the point where you’ll have trouble maneuvering. Just think of going to a concert, where you’re forced to stay where you are if you’re standing amongst the crowd. You just cannot move. The music is difficult to enjoy. Growing up in a school where the majority of students listened to mainstream trollop, I was pretty much forced to listen to the same things as them, even though I loathed it. It was just to hard listening to my favourite music, because there would always be people shooting my music tastes down. And so I am always skeptical being introduced to new music by someone else. And this is what the DJ does — it’s dance music that I don’t even know. And it’s not like dance music is the only thing you can dance to. So I have a real hard time getting into the groove of things. Music from the 80s helps a little, but it’s not the same as dancing to the original track, which is another issue I have with modern-day DJs today. And then the next morning, if you get drunk, you feel like fresh dog turd.

Being the ripe young age of 18, I get a lot of flack from my friends about refusing to go out clubbing with them, and it sucks, because the majority of my friends like clubbing which the hardest thing for me to digest.

Can anyone tell me the lure of clubbing? It’s loud, you can’t talk with friends, it’s crowded, and most of the time, the music’s shit. I don’t get it.

I am a sucker for The Sims

Yeah, I’m a sucker for The Sims. I’ve got the first game, plus all it’s expansion packs. I’ve the second series, and every expansion pack in the series so far, even all the Stuff Packs, in which they are a total rip off, but like I said before, I’m a sucker for the Sims. So when I heard that there was a third one coming out, I freaked out.

One thing I really enjoyed was the ability to be sadistic. Fans of The Sims may realise the ability to kill/humiliate their Sims in the most cruel ways. You can get your Sims to drink lots of coffee, get them to walk into a room then remove the door, with them resulting in peeing their pants. You could tell they were about to burst thanks to them holding their crotches. If you were lucky, you got to zoom up real close to their faces and see their facial expressions expressing discomfort, desperation and the fact that they knew they were going to be humiliated. Another way to kill your Sims was to get to them to cook something that would sit in the oven. Once they would put it in the oven, I would remove all the doors and then allow the food to cook in there. Once you saw that black smoke coming up from the stove, you knew it was going to burn. Then, fire ensued. And then death.

I’ve noticed that this theme of death in the Sims runs similar to other Will Wright games, Wright being the creator of The Sims and Sim City and the many similar versions after that. For example, in Sim City, you could release an alien invasion, create a wide-spread fire, flood the whole city, or create a hurricane to destroy everything. Though nothing would beat killing your Sims in The Sims. I personally preferred seeing them suffer; in Sim City, you couldn’t really see how desperate your city was, except the occasional message across the screen saying “OUR WEAPONS ARE FUTILE AGAINST THE ALIEN SPACESHIPS!” That was it. Nor could you hear screams of pain when civilians actually died. In The Sims, you could see and hear it all.

Don’t judge me now. Everyone’s got their own level of sadistic-icity (not a real word, I know). So what if there was a game solely on fulfilling that want? What if there was a game, similar to The Sims where you could create your person, but you would create him/her to torment them. The aim of the game would be to create as much misery as possible for your little torture victim, without pushing them onto the verge of a breakdown.  

To frustrate your little experiment, do things around the house that would frustrate him/her. You know, flush the toilet while your little person is taking a shower. Misplace your little person’s car keys. Make bills disappear from the house. Open the window and create a chill during winter time. Or better yet, create a chill and then pull off their blankets while they sleep. Point is, keep pushing your little person on the edge of insanity, but not so much that they would want to “escape”… you know what I mean. And heck, since you can create your little experiment, much like in The Sims regarding body type, facial features and clothes, you could re-create the person that you really loathe right now.

Hey, don’t judge me. I know all of you have got that evil side in you.

Train Wanker

I was sexually harassed after work when I was on the train, and I sent my story to Hollaback Australia.

Just a little something: sexual harassment is very real. And it sucks that it happens to people who are minding their only business, only to have that happen to them, and then feel powerless because they cannot fight back. Not physically fight back, but get the person to stop being such a fucking douchebag. If someone yelled inappropriate things at you on the street, what are you going to do? Is it worth the hassle to report the person who sexually assaulted to you? After being sexually harassed, it’s not the greatest feeling in the world. The fact that sexual harassers – men especially – have the power to say such things to a woman and get away with it is really stupid. The fact that they can go ahead and violate someone’s body like that is so disrespectful. And what really gets to me all about this is when people say, “She asked for it.” The “she asked for it” concept basically means that it’s the victim’s fault – this is a form of victim-blaming. That’s why that concept is so flawed and full of shit.

And you know why? Because I did not ask to be sexually harassed. NO ONE in their right mind would want or ask to be sexually harassed. It’s just so fucking stupid. And yet this is how lawyers, judges, journalists (in relation to that, the media) and even friends and family treat people who do get sexually harassed, and it especially happens to rape victims. For example, if any of you have ever read a news article about someone getting raped, you’ll find that the journalist will mention things like the rape victim’s sexual history, what she (as females are usually in the spotlight about rape stories) was wearing, where she was and ask why she was there in the first place etc. No. Just no. Women should be able to walk around anywhere they want, wear whatever they want, do whatever they want (as long as it’s not illegal, of course!) and do it without the fear of something happening to them just because they’re women.

And it’s not their nor is it my fucking fault that they or I was born as a woman. Because you know who we should blame this on? Sexist arseholes that can’t be decent human beings and exercise some self-control. This kind of scenario runs parallel to Adam & Eve. Adam eats the apple, but Eve gets blamed for it because he tells God that she had somehow manipulated him into eating it. But you know what? Adam has free will. He can and could’ve choosen to eat it or not. And of course, Eve – the woman – gets blamed for Adam’s wrong doing. This is what’s exactly happening when people are sorely mistaken by believing in the concept of “She asked for it.” So before you have thoughts of, “But what was she doing there in the first place?” or “What was she wearing?” or “The woman should have realised what she was doing,” think about whose fault it really is. The victims, or the offenders?