Drunken Texting
Here's some unsolicited advice to people with low alcohol tolerance: Don't text while drinking, because you never know what you might end up saying.
Last night, I went drinking with Jo. I was so pissed because we had to cancel the Php20,000 gig because Mathieu's parents wouldn't let him play, and because the sessionist we thought we had backed out at the last minute. Napahiya ako to Bulacan royalty, and that really irritated me because I wanted sana to work with them for an education project of sorts. Sayang talaga.
The good thing about what happened is that I did get over Mathieu.
Going back to drunk texting, ka-text ko si Marvie all night. I said some things I don't think I should have said. It's crazy. I was being brutally honest, and that meant a lot to me. However, I forgot to consider what that honesty could have meant to him. But he took it well. He took everything well. He even called me up at five am, we talked about it.
And now we're good. We're friends and that's what matters. For the record, I don't regret the drunken texting spree, or saying the things I said. He, himself, said it was good that I was being honest. But I still feel that things would be better if I had left my phone at home when I went drinking. Now we all need to play the charade: that everything's the same, that everything's okay, when we all know for a fact that the sense of normalcy is artificial.
But we're friends. Just friends, but it's all good. Oddly enough, I'm okay. I thought I'd be a wreck as I went to bed, but when I got up, I'm still the same person, bursting with love for life although very much wounded. There's so much to be thankful for, I guess. It helps, of course, that he's so mature about matters like this.
For the long walk, the food trip, the conversations, and the trust, thank you. I'll hold you to your promise, that you won't change one bit.
Last night, I went drinking with Jo. I was so pissed because we had to cancel the Php20,000 gig because Mathieu's parents wouldn't let him play, and because the sessionist we thought we had backed out at the last minute. Napahiya ako to Bulacan royalty, and that really irritated me because I wanted sana to work with them for an education project of sorts. Sayang talaga.
The good thing about what happened is that I did get over Mathieu.
Going back to drunk texting, ka-text ko si Marvie all night. I said some things I don't think I should have said. It's crazy. I was being brutally honest, and that meant a lot to me. However, I forgot to consider what that honesty could have meant to him. But he took it well. He took everything well. He even called me up at five am, we talked about it.
And now we're good. We're friends and that's what matters. For the record, I don't regret the drunken texting spree, or saying the things I said. He, himself, said it was good that I was being honest. But I still feel that things would be better if I had left my phone at home when I went drinking. Now we all need to play the charade: that everything's the same, that everything's okay, when we all know for a fact that the sense of normalcy is artificial.
But we're friends. Just friends, but it's all good. Oddly enough, I'm okay. I thought I'd be a wreck as I went to bed, but when I got up, I'm still the same person, bursting with love for life although very much wounded. There's so much to be thankful for, I guess. It helps, of course, that he's so mature about matters like this.
For the long walk, the food trip, the conversations, and the trust, thank you. I'll hold you to your promise, that you won't change one bit.