It appears as though I really DO NOT need the world to shit on me as I AM perfectly capable of screwing up my life on my own. Fancy that.
Good idea: Going out and getting drunk with an old friend.
Bad idea: Hooking up with an old friend while drunk.
Mostly a bad idea because, as I have mentioned before, I SUCK at dealing with hook-ups. And if it had been somebody else, than things could continue on in the predictable fashion (IE: Boy says he'll call, boy doesn't call, girl freaks out, boy never talks to girl again), but no. It had to be the friend that you've known since Elementary school, that became a good drinking buddy in your teens, and has always been an all round great guy. Such a great guy in fact that you're having a harder and harder time understanding why a girl would want to cheat on him and leave him after X amount of years. Such a great guy, that you can already tell that it's gonna be really hard to not fall for him even under normal circumstances, which in my reality, never exist.
On the one hand he's like one of your best friends, and you really don't want to lose that because you made a mistake when you were drunk and lonely. On the other hand, you're lonely and he's a really great guy that you've known for like, ever, and have had a minor crush on throughout the years. This is one of those situations where you actually wish that the sex had been bad, so you have a very good reason to never do that again, and then you can still remain friend,s and just never talk about "that night".
So now I'm have to figure out how to process this information in my head, and stop thinking about it before it drives me crazy. Oh, wait... I forgot. I already am crazy!
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