when you say and do stupid things while you’re drunk, it’s just an excuse. i don’t believe that you can wake up the next morning and think “oh shit, i totally didn’t mean to do that,” unless it was stumbling a little and tripping over into some dog shit.
all the things you say, all the people you hit on, all the people you “accidentally” kiss are still a product of a decision making process; a slightly clouded one, but a decision all the same.
but maybe i’ll be whistling a different tune when i fuck up while i’m drunk.
is that the difference?
i know the feeling. everything moves a little slower. every time you move too fast your head spins. every time your head spins the world spins. and when the world spins, you’re sick.
i know what it’s like to think to myself “hey i probably shouldn’t say that, but i will anyway” although i will always start it off with “i’m a little tipsy, and no offense, but…”
even without all your inhibitions, and without your sensible angel on the right side of your shoulder screaming into your ear…
you take a deep breath and try to be funny. you close your eyes for a moment and make a confession. you stumble for a second and lean on the person you’ve always wanted to lean on. all while your brain tells you to go for it because you may never have another chance.