Mar 27, 2006 15:59
"If I seem to be reckless with myself
its the fault of no-one
all things have a place
under the moon as well as the sun."
-Elliott Smith- Little One
In one year, 25 days, 7 hours and 48 minutes everything will be different.
Last night I was at a party and I looked around me. I looked at the apartment with beer cans lined on the counters. I looked at the kids passed out on the floor. I looked at my unsteady feet searching for some stable place to stand.
Some people say that people are at their most honest when they are intoxicated. I know that almost everytime I drink I call ______ and proffess my love for him. I've heard replayed messages. Each voicemail is a little story about how much I love him and all though I often have no recolection of leaving the messages there is not one word in any of them that isn't true.
Drinking is fun because people loose their inhibitions... but how great would it be if we didn't have to have that cloak hiding ourselves all the time?
Recently a study was done that showed that people who are honest and open about their feelings live the longest. Those people with careers where they are forced to always be happy ( for example a waitress) has a shorter life than someone who perhaps works internally in a company where emotions don't have to be so censored.
So standing there getting my ass kicked in berut by some kid whose name I won't attempt to spell, I decided to take responsibility.
Each boy, drink and hit.
Each meandering into trouble
it s'all okay.