In the light of what happened last night it's possible that I'll take a few steps backwards, fall back to my old life of paranoia and FFXI and have tons upon tons of playtime.
I had a large quanta of guts in a bottle yesterday, it took about three quarters of the whole bottle before I dared confess to my friend news I expected him not to take lightly.
Wether it was the highly symbolic effect of pouring down glass after glass, getting new ice cubes as they melted, refilling and downing two more glasses and so on, and so on... or the classic expectations about drunk people and how they speak the truth, I cannot say. It could also be that I'm a coward, or that some things are best left untold, but if they must be said, Jack Daniels for the win. Jack will soothe your soul, darken your mind and ready your body for whatever comes.
I met her two months ago, nearly. In the aftermath of the first approach, I could say that she had the beauty of (insert whatever works for you) and that there was this connection of sorts, as if our souls tried to reach out to eachother. I could say those things, and it would be a) the lamest cliché and b) true.
But instead of saying that, I would prefer to get to the bottom of things. And yesterday I got to the bottom of a large bottle of JD as well as to the bottom of a truth that has imposed some sort of soul-hurt the last few weeks of my life.
So I told my best friend that I was in love with his late brother's girlfriend, and that she was in love with me too. And I shivered, and cried and he couldn't understand what terrible things I had to confess. I opened my mouth and just said it, although it took a few minutes before I could. And I've never been afraid to take a hit to my face before, because there's something about getting smacked around if there's no particular reason to it, in fact I enjoy that, but the symbolism and drama and frustration behind my friend's fist would be terrible to embrace.
I opened my mouth, it slipped out, and suddenly he understood where I was coming from, with my shivering and various other signals of a normally clean conscience turned rotten and stale.
He didn't hit me though. And he didn't ban me from his life, or anything else that includes curses, vendettas or customized knee-caps. He told me that noone would be better suited to be with her than I. And in some ways his reaction was the only decent one, but in other ways it was nothing but generousity overload.
Now, at this point you'd be wondering, what the hell does this have to do with anything. Sure, it's a clichéladen story, nice ta hear ya out and all, but for cryin' out loud get to the frickin point. To my defense, I'd like to quote something Max Payne said once, in the game with the same name: "Nothing is a cliché when it comes to you." So, it seems, that even though history repeats itself and it doesn't make you go all enthusiastic and wanna hear it over again - pissing on the grave of my best friend's brother is an action that I'm currently performing, and until yesterday I had trouble dealing with myself because of it.
But, the frickin point, as I took the liberty of assuming that your mind so subtly chose to call it earlier, is this: There's no tolerance for getting drunk, or in my case ****** and showing up on the hospital while still under the influence. "It wrecks havoc on your treatment, young man." "It scares the other patients, good sir." "It makes you confront desires like suicide or other self-destructive patterns of behaviour at a whole new level, Mr Lightbringer." Yes! Yes! Yes! I understand! You're right! Thanks for the piece of information.
So, until tomorrow I do not know what will happen, but I might get kicked out of here. I suppose they should be more happy about that decision than they are, because there's things they do not know. Just two days ago, I was in my room drinking myself silly on that famous JD. And I confess, I've had intercourse and related activities with two female patients. And I confess also, that I pull strings and I talk and I discuss and I share, and we're not supposed to.
Very well, if that happens I'll be falling back into the old routine of synthing... or better yet, running around as RDM/WAR with a rune blade and a lightning bow and spam Vorpal blade upon easy prey with berserk up and meatkabobs to find my damage output interesting.