Clear light of day
So... Both of my sisters are incredibly hung over. I am not. They stayed out all night partying with their friends. I stayed in, read books, and cooked pasta.
It makes me feel awfully lame, but I'm not invited to wild parties that don't happen at Cons. I made my friends and they are not partiers. So, I shouldn't whine about it. I feel left out, but then I dug down to where those feelings came from.
Is being wildly, out of control drunk something I really wanted or could handle last night?
No.
Am I letting the expectations imposed on me by society shape my desires?
Yeah, a bit.
Am I okay with deviating from the norm?
Yeah I think I am.
Is staying in to work an important part of being a writer?
This is what they tell me.
So, there. I might be lame, but lameness in pursuit of a greater goal is worth it. Besides, my sisters don't remember last night and I do.
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