Tuesday, December 06, 2005
To Hell with It
I've long said that all we can control in this world is our own response to what happens. We can't control what other people think, feel, choose or not choose. But the kind of person I am, I have a duty to my own conscience to send out smoke signals, i.e. thousands of words, telling the world what I think and feel. Ultimately, however, at the point of communication transmittal, my part is done; how the communication is received is not something I can control. So, I sent my heart out into the world, sharing with gut-wrenching sincerity the truth as best I see it. And whether or not my words are ever read, whether or not anyone cares or believes or values what I say is irrelevant. I've done what I needed to do, now I say to hell with it. I'm getting drunk.
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5 comments:
Ok, to hell with it!
Not that I feel getting wasted is the answer, but if your head is set on it, then have one for me! ;)
WAIT FOR ME before you get drunk.
It's a bit early in the day for a buzz, luv! And I speak from experience when I say that 3:30 p.m. hangovers are the WORST.
I consider myself in love rehab. We don't give people in drug rehab heroin or tequila. We don't treat psychopaths by giving them broken bottles to play with. Love in careless untrained hands is just as dangerous. I'm going to make sure I have my head on straight before I get all swoony again. I'm not gonna go "wastin' my precious energy."
And wouldn't you know it? Five minutes after I got home after Pride & Prejudice (feeling very glum, but still determined!) I met my neighbor: a cute redhead with a british accent.
Great.
DCvR: You are talking to a girl who has a 3 drink MAXIMUM - yes, that's my MAXIMUM. I'm such a good girl in every respect I deserve a good, sloshy squiff.
SHORTY: I can't wait. Who knows when you'll be back, you brat!
BLITHE: Oh, you and your cute redhead neighbor with a British accent. Sniff. Someone's jealous.
Australian. Married.
sniff, indeed. :(
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