Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Getting closer to an SA-less life
I had way too much to drink...
And threw up all over my house. Great.
But that's not what I feel bad about. Sure I have a hangover now and don't feel topnotch, but I'd rather feel physical pain than emotional pain. Now I feel both.
I'm so emberassed right now, although I don't know if I should.
The short story is... I was at a party. I drank. A lot. Me being me was drinking on an empty stomach. I can handle a couple of beers... But this time I got wasted very quickly. There are gaps in my memory of the whole event; my being there and going home. But I feel like I acted like a retarded douche. I fear that when I see my fellow party-goers again, I'll be a laughing stock.
You see, I'm known as a shy/introverted/not-much-to-say type of guy. They love this type of stuff. ''Daxter got totally wasted!'' I can already hear them say with a snicker in their voice.
I don't remember if I threw up AT the party... that's my biggest fear.
And I thought I was on a roll. Having beers, chatting, dancing. And then I screw up. Big time.
I wish I didn't remember anything. Ignorance is bliss...
...without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.