jueves, 26 de julio de 2012

[Partyin', partyin', yeah!]


I think it was Friday when everything started, a very cold Friday. Rebecca Black would have been disappointed with me if she had heard about what I did, because I completely broke her philosophy of having fun on Friday and the following weekend.

Nowadays, people of my age are almost obligated to go out when the school week finishes and the weekend begins. It’s a ritual, and I used to follow it. To be honest, I didn’t enjoy it so much… But I had to do it if I didn’t want my friends to hate me for the rest of my life. Staying at home on Friday night was forbidden, only geeks and freaks preferred this social isolation instead of partying hard.

Another important philosopher, Katy Perry, inspired my friend’s parties. It’s amazing how they forget about everything and only focus on this moment of the week. They don’t mind about hangover, arguments with parents or awkward photos. Of course, their worries appear the day after, when they have to face all the consequences.

That day I didn’t feel like doing anything. I decided that I’d lie to my friends in order to avoid the compulsory weekend party. I told them that I had a very important appointment and it couldn’t be put off. They were suspicious, but I managed to convince them by using my acting skills.

It worked the first time, but I had to make up another excuse for the next weekend. My friends had already bought me a ticket for the most amazing concert that I’d ever go to. That’s what they said, but I didn’t want to go. Concerts are awful, loads of people sweating around you… I can’t stand it. That’s why I begged to my mother to call my friends and explain them that I was grounded and I couldn’t go out. They couldn’t argue with my mother about that, so I was successful again.

Next Monday at school I realised that their behaviour was strange. They were especially kind to me. That lasted the rest of the week, until Friday arrived. I’d been thinking about a new excuse, but I couldn’t carry it out. When school finished and we had to go back home, some of my friends insisted on making me stay. It was awkward. They all gathered round me and fired a barrage of questions at me. I think I failed to convince them, because they suggested that I could be in serious trouble if they didn’t see me rocking out in the middle of the disco that night.

I had to do something; my freedom and my social life were at stake. How could I maintain both? After two long hours thinking about it, I decided to go to the party. I had a plan: I’d try to disrupt it by talking to my friends about other leisure activities. I’d convince them about how amazing books are, or how they can have a good time in a family dinner. Yes, it seemed impossible even to me, but I had to run that risk.

I’d have never expected to find what I found there. Luckily, my plan was absolutely unnecessary, because the dance floor was empty. They were all bored and awkward, that was the antithesis of a party. I asked to one of my friends why were they so obsessed with partying if they didn’t enjoy it at all. His answer was: “We must come”. I took my things and I left without saying goodbye. 

On Monday nobody was talking to me. Never mind, I joined those who I used to call “geeks and freaks” and I suggested going all together to a party. They were afraid, but I managed to convince them. We had the best party ever!

I’ve learnt that it’s important not to abuse of a source of fun. Be open-minded and try to enjoy different things, places and people! After all, fun is more likely to appear when you look for it in different places.

2 comentarios:

  1. Narració guanyadora al certamen literari de Sant Jordi de l'Institut Quercus l'any 2012.

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  2. No hi ha dubte de per qué vas guanyar... I like it! :D

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