A letter from a Non-Tequila Drinker on a Tequila-Filled Day:
I don’t drink.
I’m at the age where everyone around me is getting drunk and dancing on tables. But not me. Why not? Well, it’s simple: I just don’t feel the need to. I don’t appreciate the way alcohol makes me feel out of control, light headed and just plain stupid. I like who I am. I don’t need anything to change me, even if it is just for a few hours.
So then, what does someone like me do on Friday, July 24: National Tequila Day? Let me guide you through it-
I will walk into the party, just like I’ve walked into any party in my life. I will walk in confident and secure in my skin. I will have my hands empty, not holding a red solo cup or beer can or handle of vodka or anything for that matter. I will have my hands empty to grasp onto a boy’s arm when I’m flirting with him or to squeeze my best friend’s leg when something awkward happens or even to flip away my hair when it flies into my face. I will be fully aware of where I am, to whom I am talking, what I look like, and the words I am saying.
As people lick the salt, take the shot and squeeze the lime in their teeth, I will be spending quality time having quality conversations. I don’t look down on my friends who drink, for I am not a judgmental person. I am just a girl at a party who doesn’t drink.
And this is okay! This is normal! For those of you who think otherwise, that’s the real issue. I am able to do what I’d like to. And if I don’t want to drink like all my friends do, then so be it.
I am confident.
I don’t need alcohol to alter who I am.
I am secure in my own skin.
I don’t drink. I am fit to lead.
Sarah from Ohio State, rising sophomore