Why I Hate Clubbing Part II

I hate clubbing.

Actually, that’s not true: I like clubbing but only when I’m in the mood for it – which, by the way, is not every weekend.  Like once or twice a month is good enough for me.

I had to think about this one, because since I’ve arrived here, with the exception of a week or three (aside from going to Tokyo), I have gone to a club with the other ALTs in my area.  The DJs have been decent, not super good, but decent.  Here’s the thing, if I’m going to go to a club I want it to be a theme night.  And not clothing theme night, but music theme night.  I’m talking like 80′s or 90′s night.  I want to know what kind of music to expect.  I want to be able to sing along to the songs.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all down with the Top 40 hits, but only when I’m in the mood!  Now if Hamamatsu rolled out the 80′s Night, I’d be there every week.  But not if they’re just playing Top 40, or repetitive music beats all night.  I’m not down with that.  I will take going to a live show over that any day of the week.

The other thing about clubs that doesn’t fly with me is that reason why everyone goes to a club in the first place.  They’re loud, cramped, and we all know why you go there.  You definitely aren’t going to converse.  And when you take that away from me, I flounder.  I thrive in atmospheres where I can converse, get to know people.  That’s what I’m about.  And not body language – I don’t need to know that.  I want to actually get to know someone by having a conversation.

I’m super tired of that being the main goal every weekend.  It’s no wonder there’s so much drama going on between all the ALTs!  All they do is go out and hook up with other ALT’s friends.  We’re all so connected that if you want to avoid it all, stop going out just to hook up!  It’s simple!  How do you think I’ve managed to stay away from all the drama for so long?

I’m also pretty tired of hanging out with people who would much rather hit on girls, or guys, (and fail, mind you) than hang out with me.  Glad you care about my opinion too, thanks.  Being here, and doing this weekend after weekend, makes me wish for back home oh so much more now.  My friends, my bar, my previous job…At least back home my friends cared about my opinion about places.  You don’t know how many times I’ve mentioned that I don’t really care for the bar the we frequent the most on the weekends, and yet weekend after weekend that’s where we end up because a majority of the people would rather meet people to hook up with than get to know each other.  I mean quite honestly, the only thing I know about most of the people I trained with is where they’re from, how old they are, where they live, and that they like to get drunk and hook up with strangers.  We’re totally best friends, if you can tell.

That’s not to mean that I’ve been a peach to hang out with, because I haven’t – but that’s mostly due to the fact that I hate the clubs that they frequent but go out anyway in hopes of actually managing to converse, but just end up sitting to the side miserable counting down the minutes until we leave.  But that’s partly my fault, because I could try to have fun, but I mostly keep up the disgusted act so that people don’t talk to me.  I hate trying to have conversations in a club.  There’s no point.  Mostly, I get to know people by talking about how much I don’t like the place while sitting outside.  It’s worked so far…

Anyway, this weekend I am going to switch it up.  I’m going to a live house, going to see some live rock music with a friend, and if they all go to a club – more power to them.  I don’t give a shit.  Not that they care about me, the past few weeks they’ve been going out and not telling me – which is fine, but then when I run into them they say the typical – “oh I haven’t seen you in a while!”  Gee I wonder why…It’s been a while since I’ve actually conversed with any of them because it’s like our interests just don’t mesh.  After the initial, we’re in the same boat let’s hang out stuff, I’ve realized I don’t have much in common with most of them.  In fact, it’s becoming more like I can’t stand to be around some of them, which means that the ones that I do like I probably won’t see in hopes of avoiding a few.

Anyway, this is a depressing blog.  I swear to you I’m having more fun out here than it seems.  But I’ve realized that the friends that I thought I made out here weren’t who I thought they were, so I’ve got fewer friends than I thought (in the area).  For a social butterfly like me, it’s like having my wings clipped.  Not to mention that I hate people who cling to me, and I hate being clingy.  But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.