i'm 100% opposite of this.
Saturday was a ridiculous day. Its a strange paradox, but I believe I’ve come to the general assumption that I do in fact have some sort of problem with drinking. Physically I am completely independent but mentally I’m viced. It isn’t the taste of alcohol, or even necassarily the physical state of being drunk that draws me it is the complete loss of inhibition. I crave the wildness, the loss of concern for worldly matters, the fighting, the yelling; the chaos. Somehow the twisted creek I’ve floated along has brought me here to this very spot.
Last night I asked some people;
“What is a regular night for you?”
Subject 1: “Umm… I do some homework, masturbate, hang out”
Subject 2: “I dont know, I work, or go out to a bar, or watch movies”
Subject 3: “Hang out”
So I’m coming to this assumption that people lead relatively normal lives of some type of work, masturbation (or some form of sex), and “hanging out.” Well if you haven’t read some of my recounts of evenings my nights are rarely like that. Most nights I tightrope a line between a prison sentence and ineffable hilarity. My liquor laden heart beckons me to push the limits of whatever it is that is happening and thus I do. We (as in the bois) create a god damn spectacle; a circus of brutally uncivilized behavior. Saturday night I portrayed myself for a couple of minutes as some kind of (un)motivational speaker and got a group of seven people to metaphorically “throw out thier morals.” When the hell did I get to this point.
