Being Different

            Think back to your teenage years. I bet there was a time you felt different, you didn't fit in, you liked something everyone else didn't like or vice versa, you get the point. Everyone feels different at some point in their lives. For me, that point is right now. And the reason I feel different? Diabetes.
             It's summer now and everyone is out of school. I'm going into the 11th grade next year. I don't know how it was when you were a teenager, but now everyone likes to party. Especially in small towns that don't have much of anything to do, like my town. I've always known that I can't really be a "real" teen, who experiments with alcohol and whatnot. I've said no to numerous party invites in the past. By now, my friends know to not even ask. Now, don't get me wrong, even if I didn't have diabetes I probably would still say no to those party invites. But it'd be nice to know that I could say yes if I wanted to. I've been warned many times about what alcohol does to blood sugars, and that I shouldn't drink, especially during my teenage years. I mean, teens shouldn't drink anyways. I know there will be a point that I do drink (probably when I'm legal). But for right now, I just feel different, left out.
            This all started really sinking in when I was woken up this morning at 11 (yes, 11, I babysat until 2am last night- woah) by a phone call from a really good friend. The conversation went something like this:
Her: "Can I come sleep at your house for a few hours?"
Me (confused after just waking up, mind you): "Uhmmmm, what?"
Other Friend takes phone: "Listen, just let your come over. I took care of her while she was puking all night last night and I have to go to work."
Me: "Uhmmmmmmm, okay"
Them: "We're dropping her off in 5 minutes"
      So she came over, she slept, she ate crackers, she threw up, she went home. And in that moment I was both jealous that it couldn't be me (sounds silly, doesn't it?) and I was glad it couldn't be me. I feel different, yet I don't care. I'm still trying to figure my feelings out about this subject, but mostly I just feel different and left out. Until I figure out my other feelings, I'll just go in being the sober (don't forget great, amazing, and awesome) friend that is called when drunk friends need help. And for now I'm somewhat okay with that.