I showed up early, mentally and emotionally prepared (or so I thought) to listen to her. I was primed to listen to her tell me about how it all happened, and what the details surrounding the occasion were.
It was harder than I thought.
After being (unintentionally) made to feel that my current non-settled, bohemian lifestyle was a second class version of real life, I felt I had no emotional ties left with the person in front of me. Don't get me wrong, I still cared for her - I just had no sense of feeling for said occasion.
I staggered home cursing the fact that we had met up for coffee and not for hard vodka, or Jack, or shots of tequila.
I now define torture as having to stay awake for a couple more hours than one wants. All my brain wanted to do was fall into a coma.
2 comments:
Don't you just hate it when people are so lost in their bliss, that when they speak about 'your' lifestyle, it's always second rate?
Fuck them.
People always think they're better when they're in romantic bliss. They're the ones that have no other focus but to get wed. People like us have an unindentifiable urge to look for something better. It may make us miserable and drink more, but it sure as hell makes us more interesting!
Do a shot of Jack, you'll feel better. Screw that ephemeral wedding bliss that your friend, and many others like her, is lost in.
Besides, life is far more interesting and delicious when you realize there are more flavors to be tasted out there... :)
Viva La Revolucion!
yebah!
you hear that people?
cheers Lem, you the best!
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