Party animal

I have never been a “party animal“. Actually, if I look back, I’ve been to less than 10 parties in my entire life, and I’m 32 years old.

But the discussion is about what is generally perceived as “party animal“. I would say that a “party animal” doesn’t. There are just people enjoying life. If it’s the right way to do it or not, that is not my decision.

Other (non-epileptic) people would say that those persons staying up night after night dancing and drinking from dusk ’til dawn are real party animals.

This post is about partying when you have epilepsy. I feel the need to mention this because it might not seem so.

Although all I heard in the past 20 or so years are restrictions, restrictions, restrictions, a person with epilepsy can actually party. I cannot drink alcohol (I don’t like it either), coffee or stuff like that, I cannot stay up all night dancing (getting too old for this anyway), but people with epilepsy can be “party animals“. We can dance (I don’t really know how), play games (not really good at this either) and more.

It’s actually very, very late and I felt like I need to write this. Sorry if it seems like rambling.