hangover philosophy
Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I got drunk alone. Everything was there: candles, music, 1,5 litres of wine, night...and just me. Was it as desperate and pathetic as it sounds? I hope no, I always wanted to try this, and actually I liked it. It doesn't mean that I'm alcoholic or something like that, it was just curious. And people often underappriciate attraction and advantage of being alone from time to time. Total isolation is pretty imposible now, with all internet and cell phones around, but drunkenness gives you this feeling, that nobody shares your attitude and understands you. It doesn't lead to any revelation or enlightenment, but when your hand is already dragging on your phone to type a message to ex-boyfriend or something, you can just "oh, fuck it off" and throw phone away. It's sooo pleasant sensation.
But there also is one less pleasant - when in 8 am you find yourself lying on bed dressed and with contacts on, then realize that you just can't help sleeping during very dull and gooey film, you started to watch, when you had become really drunk. And there are loads of dirty glasses around - why so many of them - it's kind of mystery. But even that is much better, than to wake up with somebody, who isn't supposed to be there anyway. Although last case is a bit more interesting, isn't it?:)
But there also is one less pleasant - when in 8 am you find yourself lying on bed dressed and with contacts on, then realize that you just can't help sleeping during very dull and gooey film, you started to watch, when you had become really drunk. And there are loads of dirty glasses around - why so many of them - it's kind of mystery. But even that is much better, than to wake up with somebody, who isn't supposed to be there anyway. Although last case is a bit more interesting, isn't it?:)