I took a pill in Ibiza

No, I didn’t tell Avicii he was cool.

In fact, I wasn’t actually in Ibiza. And I didn’t take any pills.

I was in the heart of the Midwest. Good ole’ Ames, Iowa.

The frat life was treating me well.

I had a gf…

I didn’t have responsibilities…

And I was making a whopping $8 per hour as a University Tutor to cover my weekly booze expense.

I thought this was the life I could live forever.

For those unfamiliar with fraternities, they’re a group of houses that throw parties on campus. They claim to be good for the community blah blah blah. Some do good deeds like raising money for charity, but my house really only cared about 1 thing– Throwing huge parties)

We had 130 people total (and 54 living in the house). And I was at the center of My 4 roommates and I had a middle room that could hold up to 120 people at once.

Everyone ran to our room for the parties. Girls would shake ass, dudes would drink until they slurred their words hoping they’d get laid. It was the place to be on any Wednesday-Saturday.

But as you can imagine…

Every peak has its downfall.

And it all came down to this night.

I was reading a book that I found under my roommate's bed…

“Greenlights" by Mathew McConaughey

This book was hitting on so many different levels.

My gf broke up with me that week, and I didn’t really understand why.

Negative thoughts ran circles in my head.

Constantly thinking.

I started reading that morning and continued into the evening.

Our room filled 65 people by midnight

Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi, and Pitbull– blasting through the walls.

Even If I wanted to fall asleep, I couldn’t. I just wanted to finish the book. People came into my room. Called me a sober Sally. I heard all of it.

There was no room to complain. I choose to live in the house.

For the first time, I saw the party scene from an outside perspective.

Hundreds of fully capable individuals throw away their time in a sweaty frat house.

And I can’t blame them, I had fallen into the trap as well.

I wish this story had a happy ending.

It doesn’t.

I spent the next 6 weeks living in the same house.

But I did notice this…

My life isn’t a party. I’m fully capable of making my own decisions. And my story is far from over.

If you made it all the way to the end, you’re awesome.

Until next time,

Tyler