The whole Nairobi nightlife business has never been my thing. Not from a point of the glass houses and throwing rocks, but from I tried and it’s still not my thing point.
I never ever pictured myself drinking alcohol. I didn’t even want to try it. Then at 22, I was going through some tough times and I tried it. After all it was supposed to help me deal, right? That and hanging out with a crowd that liked its booze was a good enough reason to try.
Starting wasn’t a big deal. My crowd already considered me a bad girl and I had zero interest in changing that notion. I had way too much going on. So, I tried to enjoy it. Wasn’t really much to enjoy but hey you’ve got to make the best out of every situation. Even the really bad ones.
With the drinking came a lot of randomness. Don’t get me wrong, I am the queen of random but even I have limits. While others would forget all they did or said, I’d remember everything in detail. I never experienced the memory lapse. So, no one was telling me stories of my ‘ratchetness’ the next morning. And since I’m a silver lining type of person, at least I never had hangovers.
I was not a heavy drinker. 2 cans of Redds or black ice and I’d be buzzed. I didn’t like anything bitter so I stuck with the sweet stuff. I didn’t drink that often either. Honestly, the only time I ever drunk on ‘regular’, was with the office peeps. I was never one to just go out drinking.
My turning point was a couple of years back where I hit an all time low. I was tired of being led on by a guy I liked and was very frustrated by the job I had just quit. Honestly, I had a lot bottled up – I’ve never been good at letting people in- so I exploded or imploded whichever way you see it. I broke down at one of these popular events in town. I cried my heart out. It was really bad.
Like that wasn’t bad enough, I was starting a new job the next day and my new bosses got to witness my breakdown. I was embarrassed but good thing they were not strangers. The next day was a hard one but a good friend reminded me who I was. Alex you’re awesome. This was a turning point for me. I made what I wanted very clear and just changed my focus.
That was a little over 2 years ago. I have no interest in drinking. It’s not like I even liked it in the first place. When I go out for events or dinners, people give me looks and it’s fine. Truthfully, I usually feel bad for them more than they do me. They are the ones who will be staggering home and falling down the stairs at 5am on a Saturday morning like this one. The ones the cleaning ladies will gossip about Monday morning after they are drugged and robbed. The ones sleeping under the sink at the gym because their shift is in a couple of hours.
No, these were not my experiences but I witness them almost every weekend. We can say I have random neigbours.
Maybe I’m just old. Maybe this was really not my thing. All I know is I am okay with not drinking and so are those around me. I have nothing against those who enjoy it. It just doesn’t work for me. I should not be asked to explain myself.