Party Girl Intervention: When To Throw In The Towel On Being 'That Girl'

It’s senior year in college, and it’s one of last times in our youth that we will ever get away with the crazy things we’ve done. Whether it’s streaking through the university pond, hooking up in the library, or finally making a move on the guy you’ve always wanted.

You could say that it is considered an expression of identity or finally having that carpe diem moment. If you could pause your life and have a second to replay the past events, would you? They were probably so epic that if you had to do it over again, you wouldn’t because for that instant, you were alive. You felt a sense of freedom like never before and it’ll be a part of your memory, as opposed to a regret.

But what happens when things are taken too far? Or people start to notice the things you do on the weekends? How about the boys you try to sleep who leave in the middle of the night because they don’t believe you have self-worth?

There comes a time in your life when your best friends begin to notice a definite change in who you’ve become versus who you were. One day you are innocent and the next, the bartender knows you by personal statistics. Your careless and reckless behavior has potentially taken a serious turn for the worse. But honestly, you might feel like you don’t need to care as much as you do due to the typical “senior year” excuse. However, it might appear as if you’re going through an identity crisis. One thing’s for sure, your intimate group of friends has noticed a change and decided to take matters into their own hands.

Here comes the…intervention.

When the time comes, you are probably sitting in a chair, facing your group of friends, imagining them as a group of vultures zeroing in on their target for dinner. You might be panicking because you have no idea what’s going on or why you’ve been called for this particular conference. They begin the conversation by delivering the most terrifying four words: We need to talk. At this moment, you are probably overwhelmed, thinking all the worst is about to go down within the span of this conversation.

Being the brave soul that you are, you sit there patiently as your friends deliver the harsh reality of your actions and how those arrangements are affecting your inner circle and your own reputation. You might not seem to care about their judgment, and understandably, it is your life. At the same time, however, please understand that it’s a good thing they are doing this.

In our generation, the obnoxious idea of being the girl or guy who always gets it in, or who is always partying too hard, seems to be second nature to many college students. Sometimes, engagements are taken too far, to the point where depression and the loss of self-value seem to kick you in the face. Do you honestly think that the friends you meet at the bar are going to be there forever? Or the boy who “accidentally” lands in your bed will actually be there for good? Do you think he’ll care about you, or even remember your name? Let’s be honest, probably not.

The friends who are sitting in your living room with the courage to talk to you face-to-face about your humiliations will be there for you no matter what. They will be there waiting when you come home drunk and stumbling into plants at your front door. They’ll hold you while you are crying after a random guy leaves your bed in the middle of the night, even after you finally figured out you’re the booty call. But most importantly, your real friends will be there standing when you fall and will help you get back on your feet.

Take their intervention in stride because it actually shows that they care for you and that you matter. For your inner self, it’s okay to have the time of your life and do whatever you feel like doing. However, when it affects your inner circle of friends and people are starting to believe you’re “that girl,” it’s time that you should really take notice.

You have value, intelligence, and the world at your feet. Do you really want to destroy it all over too many drinks, multiple drunken calls and a potential STD?

I don’t think so.

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