Drunk

In which Andeh tries to make the least amount of spelling mistakes possible while remaining intoxicated with stupid amounts of cider, which were all very enjoyable and slipped down very well thank you very much.

When you’re drunk, you don’t think of the most stupid things known to man (I can walk back with a hookah without being caught by my father waiting at the end of the road!), but more try to make things more clear to others – at least, that’s what I’ve found myself doing.

I’ve said today that someone should stop waiting and get a grip on life – the problem is she doesn’t want to and though she’s so fantastic to be around, she doesn’t want to do anything about her predicament – whatever it may be, it bears no importance. The problem is moving on with life – I explain my intricate theory of paths and Fate without going into too much detail, or without using too many consonants which I have trouble pronounced while drunk…the thing is, if she’s happy being so unhappy with what’s happening – circumstances beyond her control which she can influence to make her life better – then why should I try and bother her?

I suppose it’s in my nature to tell people what to do. Maybe I should be a psychologist, only without the difficult science training stuff – just say what people should do with their lives. I dunno – I end up saying ‘If I were you’ too many times these days and I end up looking back at my life and wondering what I’ll do with it…

Then I snap back into it and decide I’m leaving this shit of a town, and making it big worldwide as the person I am. People will remember me for good or bad – let’s see how it pans out.

P.s. Sorry for not getting a lift, Dad actually was there when I text him and you know how he gets – it annoyed me to tear my sight away from you and I’ll see you Monday for a while.

Ciao…