Anyone else hate clubbing?
I am in first year and I only started going because everyone else in my flat was. I started drinking a lot with them and going out like every weekend. I really didn't feel like it was in my character but I just did it anyway.
Well I stopped going for a month and was really happy about it, until last night I went again. I did get drunk and was hungover today and was really miserable as the weather was quite nice and I have so many productive things to do. All I could do is lie down in bed.
I have tried going on one night without drinking and I just felt so out of place. In the end it was actually quite annoying, being sober around drunk people. Then I realised that the lifestyle isn't really for people who don't want to drink.
I also really don't like whole environment in clubs. It's sweaty and the toilets really disgust me. There is no connection made with other people as you can not talk as the music is too loud. Also people are without inhibitions so I have encountered a lot of dickheads there.
Does anyone else feel the same way?
Well I stopped going for a month and was really happy about it, until last night I went again. I did get drunk and was hungover today and was really miserable as the weather was quite nice and I have so many productive things to do. All I could do is lie down in bed.
I have tried going on one night without drinking and I just felt so out of place. In the end it was actually quite annoying, being sober around drunk people. Then I realised that the lifestyle isn't really for people who don't want to drink.
I also really don't like whole environment in clubs. It's sweaty and the toilets really disgust me. There is no connection made with other people as you can not talk as the music is too loud. Also people are without inhibitions so I have encountered a lot of dickheads there.
Does anyone else feel the same way?
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Used to enjoy it and went on the pull nearly every weekend when I was a bit younger, doesn't interest me in the slightest these days though.
Original post by Anonymous
I am in first year and I only started going because everyone else in my flat was. I started drinking a lot with them and going out like every weekend. I really didn't feel like it was in my character but I just did it anyway.
Well I stopped going for a month and was really happy about it, until last night I went again. I did get drunk and was hungover today and was really miserable as the weather was quite nice and I have so many productive things to do. All I could do is lie down in bed.
I have tried going on one night without drinking and I just felt so out of place. In the end it was actually quite annoying, being sober around drunk people. Then I realised that the lifestyle isn't really for people who don't want to drink.
I also really don't like whole environment in clubs. It's sweaty and the toilets really disgust me. There is no connection made with other people as you can not talk as the music is too loud. Also people are without inhibitions so I have encountered a lot of dickheads there.
Does anyone else feel the same way?
Well I stopped going for a month and was really happy about it, until last night I went again. I did get drunk and was hungover today and was really miserable as the weather was quite nice and I have so many productive things to do. All I could do is lie down in bed.
I have tried going on one night without drinking and I just felt so out of place. In the end it was actually quite annoying, being sober around drunk people. Then I realised that the lifestyle isn't really for people who don't want to drink.
I also really don't like whole environment in clubs. It's sweaty and the toilets really disgust me. There is no connection made with other people as you can not talk as the music is too loud. Also people are without inhibitions so I have encountered a lot of dickheads there.
Does anyone else feel the same way?
I love it but clubbing really isn't for everyone - you aren't alone. Going when you're sober and everyone else is off their face is also dreadful so I completely relate to you on that one.
All I'd say is that don't go if you hate it, or alternatively go and don't drink to excess so you can actually make it out of bed the next day. Make friends with other folk who don't like clubbing, they do exist! x
Yeah im the same. I used to go out every weekend when i was younger with my mates. Never enjoyed it much myself except from seeing the odd old friend from school etc.
I rarely go out now, but if i do its usually just to get a quick catch up and to try and meet a girl. Although i despise the thought of meeting 'her' in a clubbing environment. Cant meet girls anywhere else though really.
I rarely go out now, but if i do its usually just to get a quick catch up and to try and meet a girl. Although i despise the thought of meeting 'her' in a clubbing environment. Cant meet girls anywhere else though really.
Aye, always have and always will. But like myself most of my friends prefer a lounge or pub to just sit back and chill, as do a lot of people. You're not alone!
Never really been a fan of clubbing myself. Too active and intense, and seals are mostly passive anyway, so there's no real need to kill them.
I hate it. I've been to quite a few clubs despite my age and they just annoy me - they're hot, cramped and loud. The gay clubs I've been to in SoHo are literally just full of older, married, men trying to pull 18 year olds or younger guys in general to have sex with them. I've only been in one 'normal' club and it was basically exactly the same and just full of a bunch of older ***** taking advantage of drunk girls. Not my thing at all.
Original post by ivybridge
I hate it. I've been to quite a few clubs despite my age and they just annoy me - they're hot, cramped and loud. The gay clubs I've been to in SoHo are literally just full of older, married, men trying to pull 18 year olds or younger guys in general to have sex with them. I've only been in one 'normal' club and it was basically exactly the same and just full of a bunch of older ***** taking advantage of drunk girls. Not my thing at all.
This is what I mean, the place is full of dickheads.
Original post by ivybridge
I hate it. I've been to quite a few clubs despite my age and they just annoy me - they're hot, cramped and loud. The gay clubs I've been to in SoHo are literally just full of older, married, men trying to pull 18 year olds or younger guys in general to have sex with them. I've only been in one 'normal' club and it was basically exactly the same and just full of a bunch of older ***** taking advantage of drunk girls. Not my thing at all.
This is why you have to go to lesbian club
I found it so peaceful there 
Unlike KU gay bar in Soho where a drunk guy sat at our table and kept repeatedly telling us his name and shaking our hands 
Wait till you'll be 25+ then nobody will hit on you
Original post by ForgetMe
This is why you have to go to lesbian club I found it so peaceful there Unlike KU gay bar in Soho where a drunk guy sat at our table and kept repeatedly telling us his name and shaking our hands
Wait till you'll be 25+ then nobody will hit on you
I found it so peaceful there Unlike KU gay bar in Soho where a drunk guy sat at our table and kept repeatedly telling us his name and shaking our hands Wait till you'll be 25+ then nobody will hit on you
I have been to a lesbian bar but it was a bit boring. I didn't mind the gay bars until I started noticing things. One like middle-aged married guy kept trying to grind on me. It was legit the creepiest thing ever.
Original post by ivybridge
I have been to a lesbian bar but it was a bit boring. I didn't mind the gay bars until I started noticing things. One like middle-aged married guy kept trying to grind on me. It was legit the creepiest thing ever.
You should have told him that you're not into grandpas
Good that I'll probably never experience anything like that because nobody even notices me 
So, I can go with my girl friends there and just chill 
Original post by ForgetMe
You should have told him that you're not into grandpas Good that I'll probably never experience anything like that because nobody even notices me So, I can go with my girl friends there and just chill
Good that I'll probably never experience anything like that because nobody even notices me So, I can go with my girl friends there and just chill I dunno why they noticed me lmfao
This article sums up pretty much why I ****ing hate clubbing.
Nightclubs are hell. What's cool or fun about a thumping, sweaty dungeon full of posing idiots?I went to a fashionable London nightclub on Saturday. Not the sort of sentence I get to write very often, because I enjoy nightclubs less than I enjoy eating wool. But a glamorous friend of mine was there to "do a PA", and she'd invited me and some curious friends along because we wanted to see precisely what "doing a PA" consists of. Turns out doing a public appearance largely entails sitting around drinking free champagne and generally just "being there".
Obviously, at 36, I was more than a decade older than almost everyone else, and subsequently may as well have been smeared head to toe with pus. People regarded me with a combination of pity and disgust. To complete the circuit, I spent the night wearing the expression of a man waking up to Christmas in a prison cell."I'm too old to enjoy this," I thought. And then remembered I've always felt this way about clubs. And I mean all clubs - from the cheesiest downmarket sickbucket to the coolest cutting-edge hark-at-us poncehole. I hated them when I was 19 and I hate them today. I just don't have to pretend any more.
I'm convinced no one actually likes clubs. It's a conspiracy. We've been told they're cool and fun; that only "saddoes" dislike them. And no one in our pathetic little pre-apocalyptic timebubble wants to be labelled "sad" - it's like being officially declared worthless by the state. So we muster a grin and go out on the town in our millions.
Clubs are despicable. Cramped, overpriced furnaces with sticky walls and the latest idiot theme tunes thumping through the humid air so loud you can't hold a conversation, just bellow inanities at megaphone-level. And since the smoking ban, the masking aroma of cigarette smoke has been replaced by the overbearing stench of crotch sweat and hair wax.
Clubs are such insufferable dungeons of misery, the inmates have to take mood-altering substances to make their ordeal seem halfway tolerable. This leads them to believe they "enjoy" clubbing. They don't. No one does. They just enjoy drugs.Drugs render location meaningless. Neck enough ketamine and you could have the best night of your life squatting in a shed rolling corks across the floor. And no one's going to search you on the way in.
Why bother with clubs?"Because you might get a shag," is the usual response. Really? If that's the only way you can find a partner - preening and jigging about like a desperate animal - you shouldn't be attempting to breed in the first place. What's your next trick? Inventing fire? People like you are going to spin civilisation into reverse. You're a moron, and so is that haircut you're trying to impress. Any offspring you eventually blast out should be drowned in a pan before they can do any harm. Or open any more nightclubs.
Even if you somehow avoid reproducing, isn't it a lot of hard work for very little reward? Seven hours hopping about in a hellish, reverberating bunker in exchange for sharing 64 febrile, panting pelvic thrusts with someone who'll snore and dribble into your pillow till 11 o'clock in the morning, before waking up beside you with their hair in a mess, blinking like a dizzy cat and smelling vaguely like a ham baguette? Really, why bother? Why not just stay at home punching yourself in the face? Invite a few friends round and make a night of it. It'll be more fun than a club.
Anyway, back to Saturday night, and apart from the age gap, two other things stuck me. Firstly, everyone had clearly spent far too long perfecting their appearance. I used to feel intimidated by people like this; now I see them as walking insecurity beacons, slaves to the perceived judgment of others, trapped within a self- perpetuating circle of crushing status anxiety. I'd still secretly like to be them, of course, but at least these days I can temporarily erect a veneer of defensive, sneering superiority. I've progressed that far.
The second thing that struck me was frightening. They were all photographing themselves. In fact, that's all they seemed to be doing. Standing around in expensive clothes, snapping away with phones and cameras. One pose after another, as though they needed to prove their own existence, right there, in the moment. Crucially, this seemed to be the reason they were there in the first place. There was very little dancing. Just pouting and flashbulbs.Surely this is a new development.
Clubs have always been vapid and awful and boring and blah - but I can't remember clubbers documenting their every moment before. Not to this demented extent. It's not enough to pretend you're having fun in the club any more - you've got to pretend you're having fun in your Flickr gallery, and your friends' Flickr galleries. An unending exhibition in which a million terrified, try-too-hard imbeciles attempt to out-cool each other.
Mind you, since in about 20 years' time these same people will be standing waist-deep in skeletons, in an arid post-nuclear wasteland, clubbing each other to death in a fight for the last remaining glass of water, perhaps they're wise to enjoy these carefree moments while they last. Even if they're only pretending.
Charlie brooker marry me now.
Nightclubs are hell. What's cool or fun about a thumping, sweaty dungeon full of posing idiots?I went to a fashionable London nightclub on Saturday. Not the sort of sentence I get to write very often, because I enjoy nightclubs less than I enjoy eating wool. But a glamorous friend of mine was there to "do a PA", and she'd invited me and some curious friends along because we wanted to see precisely what "doing a PA" consists of. Turns out doing a public appearance largely entails sitting around drinking free champagne and generally just "being there".
Obviously, at 36, I was more than a decade older than almost everyone else, and subsequently may as well have been smeared head to toe with pus. People regarded me with a combination of pity and disgust. To complete the circuit, I spent the night wearing the expression of a man waking up to Christmas in a prison cell."I'm too old to enjoy this," I thought. And then remembered I've always felt this way about clubs. And I mean all clubs - from the cheesiest downmarket sickbucket to the coolest cutting-edge hark-at-us poncehole. I hated them when I was 19 and I hate them today. I just don't have to pretend any more.
I'm convinced no one actually likes clubs. It's a conspiracy. We've been told they're cool and fun; that only "saddoes" dislike them. And no one in our pathetic little pre-apocalyptic timebubble wants to be labelled "sad" - it's like being officially declared worthless by the state. So we muster a grin and go out on the town in our millions.
Clubs are despicable. Cramped, overpriced furnaces with sticky walls and the latest idiot theme tunes thumping through the humid air so loud you can't hold a conversation, just bellow inanities at megaphone-level. And since the smoking ban, the masking aroma of cigarette smoke has been replaced by the overbearing stench of crotch sweat and hair wax.
Clubs are such insufferable dungeons of misery, the inmates have to take mood-altering substances to make their ordeal seem halfway tolerable. This leads them to believe they "enjoy" clubbing. They don't. No one does. They just enjoy drugs.Drugs render location meaningless. Neck enough ketamine and you could have the best night of your life squatting in a shed rolling corks across the floor. And no one's going to search you on the way in.
Why bother with clubs?"Because you might get a shag," is the usual response. Really? If that's the only way you can find a partner - preening and jigging about like a desperate animal - you shouldn't be attempting to breed in the first place. What's your next trick? Inventing fire? People like you are going to spin civilisation into reverse. You're a moron, and so is that haircut you're trying to impress. Any offspring you eventually blast out should be drowned in a pan before they can do any harm. Or open any more nightclubs.
Even if you somehow avoid reproducing, isn't it a lot of hard work for very little reward? Seven hours hopping about in a hellish, reverberating bunker in exchange for sharing 64 febrile, panting pelvic thrusts with someone who'll snore and dribble into your pillow till 11 o'clock in the morning, before waking up beside you with their hair in a mess, blinking like a dizzy cat and smelling vaguely like a ham baguette? Really, why bother? Why not just stay at home punching yourself in the face? Invite a few friends round and make a night of it. It'll be more fun than a club.
Anyway, back to Saturday night, and apart from the age gap, two other things stuck me. Firstly, everyone had clearly spent far too long perfecting their appearance. I used to feel intimidated by people like this; now I see them as walking insecurity beacons, slaves to the perceived judgment of others, trapped within a self- perpetuating circle of crushing status anxiety. I'd still secretly like to be them, of course, but at least these days I can temporarily erect a veneer of defensive, sneering superiority. I've progressed that far.
The second thing that struck me was frightening. They were all photographing themselves. In fact, that's all they seemed to be doing. Standing around in expensive clothes, snapping away with phones and cameras. One pose after another, as though they needed to prove their own existence, right there, in the moment. Crucially, this seemed to be the reason they were there in the first place. There was very little dancing. Just pouting and flashbulbs.Surely this is a new development.
Clubs have always been vapid and awful and boring and blah - but I can't remember clubbers documenting their every moment before. Not to this demented extent. It's not enough to pretend you're having fun in the club any more - you've got to pretend you're having fun in your Flickr gallery, and your friends' Flickr galleries. An unending exhibition in which a million terrified, try-too-hard imbeciles attempt to out-cool each other.
Mind you, since in about 20 years' time these same people will be standing waist-deep in skeletons, in an arid post-nuclear wasteland, clubbing each other to death in a fight for the last remaining glass of water, perhaps they're wise to enjoy these carefree moments while they last. Even if they're only pretending.
Charlie brooker marry me now.
Original post by Elise213
I convince myself i like clubbing until i actually get there and remember i hate that ****
Same.
The music determines whether I have a good night or not. Not the people I'm with, or the club I go to, but the music.
Prefer quirky bars. Gotto get turnt up somewhere
(edited 7 years ago)
Original post by ivybridge
I have been to a lesbian bar but it was a bit boring. I didn't mind the gay bars until I started noticing things. One like middle-aged married guy kept trying to grind on me. It was legit the creepiest thing ever.
I've had some banging nights in a gay bar. Had no idea it was a gay bar until I was told.
i don't mind it
if it's on my terms
otherwise i despise it
if it's on my terms
otherwise i despise it
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