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It's alright to regress, every once in a while. To return to a state of being which you long ago decided to depart from. It's safe to play drinking games with kids from school and end up at parties in parts of town you've never seen. And it isn't wrong to fall asleep in a comfortable mess of intoxicated bodies, touching and massaging and tickling eachother. These things are what youth and irresponsibility are about, these things are easy and enjoyable. Now and again there are parts of life that are souly to be enjoyed, but even as i lay there, entagled in strangers' arms, i find myself debating and excusing instead of enjoying. Feeling that i'd abandoned decisions and convictions that I shouldn't have...feeling like a fake. Pondering drunkly what is important, or more importantly what important is. Discussing soft subjects and forgetting to tread lightly on eachother. But later on we pretend to forget and hold tight without sharing to our side of the story. It's an upsetting discovery to find how much you have in common with the common man.