Yes?...No...OK I'll go It can't hurt if I don't know Here we are at the party tonight I'll be free...no need to fight "Hello young lady...would you care for a drink?" "No thank you ma'am, I'd prefer to still think" Then a look of confusion washed over her face A sense of rejection I then did taste It's alright; to me it's no big deal No reason to question, deny, or conceal I don't need to agree in order to "belong" But before I knew it, someone else came along "Hello young lady...would you care for some booze?" "No thank you sir, my wits I don't wish to lose" Utter disbelief his eyes did hold Alas a queer mystery for his mind to unfold Something a bit strange appeared to be going on Perhaps I was imagining it--there was nothing wrong So I continued to be content in my drug-free state Little did I know, my choice would be everyone's debate "Well hello young miss, I heard you haven't consumed one of these" He said as he staggered with a bottle drooping about his knees "I know I haven't, and I'm quite alright" This was not sufficient, and coercing he did despite This was when I decided I wasn't dreaming A mountain made from a molehill, and I considered leaving My growing disgust of others' need for me to conform Completely reinforced my beliefs, and others were not forwarned I stood up to leave, and headed toward the door But no...I couldn't depart until I was preached at some more "Well hello young lady, would you care for a tequila shot?" "No thank you sir, you'd better move before my foot collides with your crotch" I think the picture, someone finally did see It took a little immaturity, but I kept my belief successfully Who really thinks that harassment will change the mind? I hope one day others will be enlightened; and the truth they will find.
Reason for writing:
I went to a really bad New Year's Eve party & hadn't realized beforehand that the members actively participated in coercion toward conformity. Perhaps in the future I will tell people that I am a recovering alcoholic, just so they'll get off my ass.
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