A subculture I belong to doesn’t really have a named “label.” You could say I’m a partier, a club go-er, or a night life scene chick. For some reason I’ve always been attracted to the party, being seen by people, and as the song goes “sleeping all day, staying up all night.” This lifestyle and subculture has attracted. Since I was a little girl I would see my parents always partying and always throwing huge parties. I think this was the start of my attraction. I would then see the media promoting the partying lifestyle and once I was in middle school I was hooked. Obviously I wasn’t old enough to go out to clubs yet, so I brought the lifestyle into my life in other ways. I guess you could say I started at a very young age. Drinking, drugs, and partying were brought into my life in 7th grade and since then it’s been non-stop, full force. Ever since I can remember, I always had to have a fun time… always wanting more, always trying to make a party out of every situation. Once I hit high school I was determined to get a fake ID so I could turn myself into an 18 year-old for a certain night and to go to the clubs, which definetly happened. This was an every weekend cycle for me… which club, which drinks, which men, which hangover cures would work. Of course Chicago would then attract a fellow party girl.
This lifestyle and subculture however is not all glamour, fun, and exciting like its made out to be. There are people in this subculture who stab you in the back, do things to you that you could never imagine. In this subculture you wake up not knowing what happened the night before, what happened to your bank account, and perhaps even what happened to your belongings. Of course drinks, dancing, friends, and clubs are fun but it can take such a high toll on my life. At times I feel like I’m 18 stuck in a 40 year-olds body. You are always tired, but never sleeping.
At times you want out but can’t seem to ever fully get out.
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