Whenever I began my freshman year of university this autumn, I became newly solitary. We considered myself empowered and able to exist towards the fullest, and for that reason made a decision to unabashedly embrace hookup culture. Forget relationships — I happened to be determined to feel absolutely absolutely nothing. Hookups will be hookups and absolutely nothing more. I came across myself in the middle of a tradition of consuming, for which long evenings invested at crazy events in frat houses are not only typical but widely embraced. This ingesting tradition in change fuels a culture of hookups. We tossed myself into a full world of pre-gaming with buddies and walks back to dorms across campus morning.
Perhaps perhaps maybe Not very long following the semester started, I broke the cardinal, unspoken guideline that do not only dictates exactly how hookup tradition functions but can be necessary to its success: we neglected to stay emotionally unattached. Continue reading