^ This.
If they hadn't acted like I was some kind of freak when I told them I wasn't coming to the Works with them every single time and when I said I'd quit drinking didn't look at me like I'd grown a second head, they'd have been bearable. It didn't stop them trying to ply me with alcohol constantly and try and talk me into coming out with them every night of the week. Even if I said "I hate clubs, OK? Let it go," they'd still keep on at me and call me boring.
( Maladicta, Wed 20 May 2009, 0:36, Reply)