Spring Break!

Spring Break has just begun and everyone is super excited, me included, I guess. So most of the college crowd decides to spend it at the beach, at other people's houses or here at fraternities or whatever. They have their trucks ready to go at full volume and most of the guys are walking around shirtless celebrating these crazy holidays.

Meanwhile, I decide to enjoy them at home. Actually, when I think about it, I don't have much to do outside. I still don't know anyone at my school, and I don't really have any friends yet, other than my roommates, who are only there to make snide comments about me. But putting aside the absurdity of it all, I also decided to take advantage of these vacations by relaxing at home and watching horror movies. Walking back home, some classmates who knew me saw me passing by and asked me to join them at their party and to give myself permission to be a little daring, wild, or crazy and not be such a "hermit." They meant well, but I still declined. I don't see the fun in getting drunk or trying to sleep with someone just for a vacation, but I don't judge them either. I just want to do my own thing in peace as much as I can.

But let's say that at home I wasn't free from that burden of prejudice either. When my dad saw me walk past the front door, he asked me why I was home at the beginning of the Sprink Break. He looked surprised and curious to see me back home and not "partying" like the rest of the university. My father is a very extroverted guy, let's say he fits the alpha-male stereotype, which I don't judge him for, but boy, is he annoying sometimes. He wants me to be like other kids my age, to have fun or be crazy, or worse, just like him. The only answer I could give him was one that didn't suit him at all, telling him that I came home to rest instead of going to the beach.

In any case, I could look for ways to not only enjoy watching horror movies, but possibly do other activities as well.