Is “Clubbing” your Drug too?
It’s been three years. When I look back on my wild ride through my Uni days, I can see I had a blast but was it worth it?
Picture this: An awkward girl lands in a vibe-heavy women’s hostel from a strict boarding school and suddenly, freedom is not just a word, its everything.
Late nights. Clubbing. Socialising. My new anthem. From a boarding school kid to a free spirit, collecting party coupons like it was my job. Bottoms up. Glasses clinking. I dove headfirst into this electrifying adventure. In my head, I was living THE life. Cringe!
Think of it as therapy, but with bass and treble. Every track played felt like it was just for me, pushing me to forget the world outside. The clubs, with their dim lights and pulsating floors, felt like a secret society where only the initiated could truly understand the depth of the night. It was as if I was part of something big. Today I squirm at the thought.
Then there’s the atmosphere. Imagine being so hooked on a vibe that it feels like your grandma’s cookies — but you can’t just have one; you need the whole jar. That was me. Lost in the sauce of nightlife.
I would come back from classes and find myself getting ready and deciding on clothes for the night. I was chasing the high of being seen, of being part of the in-crowd, with every selfie and every dance move a bid for just one more like, one more comment of approval.
And one fine night, I found myself speed-dialing my mom after returning, feeling overwhelmed and anxious with all the over-socializing.
But despite the guilt, I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull of the dance floor. I could not wait for Saturdays to arrive. This went on until Covid happened and I was back home for good!
Fast forward to now, and I couldn’t be more grateful that it never escalated to drugs or raving.
It took me sometime to realise that it was a phase of my life. With its highs and lows, it taught me more about myself than I could have imagined. I learned the value of balance, of finding joy not just in the wild nights but in the quiet moments too.
But absolutely no replay, thank you.
Here’s to growth. To leaving the chaos in the dust.
Cheers to me!
