Monday, September 14, 2009

Peer Pressure At 30

I thought peer pressure was over when I left high school and college. I felt like that young girl in school being pressured over some nonsense all over again at this party my husband and I went to.

We went to my husband's cousin surprise birthday party which was okay. Before I get started, this was my ONLY night off from work from 3rd shift, so I already was tired and wanted to stay home, eat ice cream and watch movies with the family. I say the party was ok because we were instructed to be there on time, before the birthday girl arrives. So we did. I had in my mind that everything would be ready and set when we got there. Not! When we arrived to the hostess house, she was still cooking wearing her dirty sweats, hair and face not done. I was thinking, "what the heck?!" I hate this people. I guess I'm getting older because my tolerance level for these things are very low now. If you tell me to be somewhere for a party or what have you and you are not ready yourself, I will get a little sour. Now I'm reasonable, if something came up or emergency, then that's different. I have heart people, but you get me.

Needless to say the party didn't start til an hour later of the schedule time. Black people!

The first thing the host's friend wanted to do was for everyone to take a shot. I don't drink people and guess what, neither does the Birthday girl. So who's idea was this? The DRINKERS! Which is fine and I'm not bashing them, but heck, do that at YOUR party. They tried to force me and the birthday girl to take a nasty shot of Bacardi 151 and some other crap. It was a game where everyone gets a number and if the host pulls your number then you have to take a shot. They did this every 7 mins. Everyone participated but birthday girl, my hubby and I. The biggest guy at the party was choking and tapping out with water filled in his eyes. He called it paint remover. He couldn't even talk. I was thinking, "ok people, you guys find what joy in this?" Is it just me bloggers, readers, anonymous? Everyone was laughing at the foolishness of someone else witnessing taking this nasty potion . Some were running to the sink to put water in their mouth or guzzling down Red Bull to knock of the pain and some even were chopping down on sub sandwiches to soak up the poison out of their throat. This one lady was sucking lemons with Margarita salt to "put her throat back to pieces" as she said.

But that was not the peer pressure.

It was this game...this sex game they all wanted us to participate in using the balloons. Already I'm thinking, "ohhh lorddd."

The game goes like this. You and your partner take a balloon and try to pop them in sexual positions, BUT you have to do it in a certain order. Now usually God always bails me out of stupid stuff like this and right when hubby and I were about to leave the party someone yelled out, "when are we going to do the balloon game!" Dang it! That's when they told us we couldn't leave until we do the game. So hubby and I asked to see how it goes. The host and her boyfriend demonstrated. In front of everyone, he took a chair and sat down with the balloon on his crotch. She sat on the balloon bouncing up and down trying to pop it...ok, funny yet nasty....then they got up and face each other chest to chest with the balloon in the middle trying to pop it, ok, whatever....the next position was too much....then he bent her over (like doggy style) and had the balloon as if it was his penis, thrusting her hard trying to pop the balloon.

I'm done people! When they were doing this, everyone was yelling, "ohhhhh, woooowww, aahhhhh." I felt so violated and defiled just from watching. No I'm not goody goody, but that was so not me. Then to make it all the more worse, they had a CAMERA!!!!!!!!!!!! Ready to take pictures. WHAT THE HECK PEOPLE, ok, so let me get this are going to take pictures of hubby and I groping over a balloon to post of Facebook, let's be real, they were going to post those pics somewhere. My hubby being a high school math teacher and I have a reputation to keep as a classy lady. HELL NO!!!!! I do mean hell no. What kind of fool do u think I am, HA! I know they meant well and weren't trying to sabotage us, but people, I'm thinking about the long haul of it all. One night of pleasure could be a lifetime of pain. I don't want my children or Church family, family finding crazy pics of me doing something like that.

Back to the story....

So hubby was like, "ooo nooo, we're not doing that we already did before we came," and I just said, heck no and turned to walk out the living room. There was this mid size lady standing in the way and she told me that I was going to play the game. She put her arms up in a threatening way indicating that I wasn't going anywhere. Are you serious? For real, for real? It's like that?

So I looked at her and said, "I'm not doing that!" She still wouldn't let up, so then I pretty much had to swoop by her and hubby was right behind me then, I noticed she didn't say anything when hubby was around. Crazy?! She later confessed that her and her boyfriend did the game and she had never felt so humiliated, embarrassed, and violated. SEE! That's what I was thinking. So why do you want me to participate? Would that make you feel better if I get on your level? Will that justify your doing? I was proud of myself standing for what I believe in. Because of that, tell me why no one participated in the game. Too funny, because that's when others were also confessing when they did the game before @ another party and how dirty they felt when they did it.

Birthday Girl was in another room sick. We believe that she is pregnant, lol. So she kinda missed out on the foolishness. It was ashame because her husband planned the birthday party for her. BTW, that wasn't even her style, that's why the party probably went a turn for the worse.
Do you and not what others want you to do!