I have never been a party-girl . . .
Not even in my youth, was I the one that got the first invitations. Just because . . . I went to some of those famous “home alone parties”, but felt a kind of an outsider. I simply didn’t like it.
After the parties that time, as still today, they tell me the same . . .
Kirsten, you should have been there, it was sooooo much fun. I can’t remember last time I was so drunk. I was so drunk, I don’t remember anything.
You see . . . That’s it !! How do they know it was funny, when they don’t remember anything??
To me, it appeared then as much as today . . .
~ It is about to drink more than last time
~ it is about to have sex with as many as possible and preferable do something new you have not done before
~ it is about to surpass your fear of trying new things, drugs, pills, way of sex-games or whatever else
And at the end . . . you are so drunk and drugged and messed up, you don’t remember (or don't want to remember) anything of the party, how you came home (if you did) who you slept with (in the case you got pregnant) and . . . and . . . and
Some days later the photos are developed to refresh your memory of how funny the party was . . .