When I tell people that I'm not into the clubbing scene, they look at me as if I'm the victim of a horrible boob job. As far as I can remember, I have been to a bar/club about 12 times in my lifetime. It's just something that hasn't quite grabbed me over my teen years. However, in the recent few times that I've gone clubbing with my friends, I can see why some people enjoy it so much. The sheer noise, the people, the music, the drinks - it all gets intoxicating after a while, so much so that you can't help losing yourself into a crowd of strangers and throwing caution to the wind. Of course, I do get worried when I walk past a guy who's passed out in his Bentley.

Our lives are a potpourri of people, and dealing with everyone's quirks is a constant thing. Relationships and even friendships are all about sacrifice and a little bit of compromise. You put up with people's little quirks just because at the end of the day, you enjoy their company too much to allow something small to get in the way. I'm pretty much aware that a few of my friends have to put up with my ultra-flamboyant personality, and I often forget just how camp I can get! A friend of mine recently told me that though friendship means putting up with someone's little details, you should never be put in a position where you have to compromise who you are as a person, just to please someone. And though it took me a while to realize it, I've actually let someone compromise who I am as a person.

All I've left to say is that it's partly my fault for feeling that just because I'm close to someone, I can let them dictate how I should behave. Of course I can't do anything about what's happened, but at least I'm now armed to never be a sell-out.

Ever.

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