dimarts, 23 de març del 2010

The benefits of being drunk

First, I don't want anybody to be offended by this post. I am not promoting alcoholism or anything like that, but for the second time in a few days I stayed sober while everybody else was drunk, and that was a bad idea.

Why? It's not only that you have to put up with the drunkard chat of everybody else while sober --it's not only that. The point is that when you're sober, you're a good person. When you're drunk, you're selfish. And when you're a good person and everybody else is selfish --well, that's not good for you.

When I am drunk --as everybody else is-- I have no qualms about leaving whenever I want, with my selfish thinking to the full, no matter who I am with, no matter where. 'Cause when I feel like leaving, it's for a reason, and I'd better leave, so I do, and that's all. Kind of. Yeah.

But on Friday, I didn't. I had been drinking all the afternoon --we had one of those long Spanish lunches-- so I stopped drinking in the evening. I then went with some other friends who were drinking at that time, so at some point I decided to go home and leave them go on with the party --that was enough for the day... Then the story gets far more complicated, but the point is that for three or four times that night I was positive I was leaving --but finally felt compelled to share my friends' miseries. Kind of. Yeah. So I was the last one to get to bed. Alone and sober, of course. And very tired. And it had all been really expensive.

The morning after I was still wondering why I had stayed, and after considering the fact that I may be a saint for being such a good friend, I realized that indeed, had I been drunk, I would have left --maybe I would have stayed, but that's another story... Actually, on Friday there was a lot of bad luck involved too... Still, I stayed because I felt I had to, my decision to stay was more like an act of sacrifice than of will --it was terrible!

Moreover, the next day, some of my friends didn't even remember what happened the night before...

And today --it happened again! I am not getting into details either this time, but it's a completely different situation --still same plot and main character, ME! Again, some bad luck... or whatever... Again, I wonder why. Again, same conclusion. Had I been drunk, I would have been home far before I did --and for what? I didn't really enjoyed being there... I wasn't even drinking! Well that was a joke...

Anyway...

I haven't been going out very much lately...

Pity this happens...

Dreaming of Seattle...

Be there soon...

To sum up, as Baudelaire put it: LET'S GET DRUNK!