I am not a good girl. That's not the reason I'm not going to the party. Or the reason I didn't go to the last one. Or the one before that. That's not why I said I didn't want to go clubbing. Or to the rave.
It's because I have an actual neurological condition that makes it excruciatingly difficult to be in a room with bright lights and eardrum-perforating music. And I'm not going to act as if it isn't there.
It's because I'd much rather be sitting on floor cushions at the back of an esoterically named bar, nursing a glass of Raki, listening to someone playing the Saz. Maybe I don't understand all the words. But that's what makes it magical. It is vast, beyond my comprehension.
In a way, I am a bad girl for not doing what everyone else is doing.
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