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captain_slinkyI was having a pretty good time here at werk tonight till just now... had to deal with a special type of drunk/high customer that reminded me of my sister, Beth.
It was that very special "I'm drunk right now and nobody knows it! I'm really getting away with this" type of being drunk that always makes me very, very tense. Lady, I can TELL you're drunk. You're laughing to hard and too easy at everything you say, and I can practically smell it on your breath from HERE, over the phones.
Beth is a really great/fun/talented person when she's sober. She's artistic, spiritualistic, funny, kind... everything a person SHOULD be. But when she gets drunk, she's just too... I can't even describe it. It's like her entire life (and everybody else's) has to come to a halt so she can tell us that she's offended we would think she's drunk.
When she shows up at my door at 8-in-the-morning all rosy-cheeked and bubbly saying "Hey there, baby-bro! Let's make some PANCAKES!", I know she's drunk. And I know I have to deal with her being drunk and trying to hide it from us. ANd it just really, really hurts.
No idea why this hit me so hard all of a sudden... guess I've been too happy lately? Guess that Manic-pendulum needed to swing back towards the depressive side? I dunno.
But I'm bummed-out :(
It was that very special "I'm drunk right now and nobody knows it! I'm really getting away with this" type of being drunk that always makes me very, very tense. Lady, I can TELL you're drunk. You're laughing to hard and too easy at everything you say, and I can practically smell it on your breath from HERE, over the phones.
Beth is a really great/fun/talented person when she's sober. She's artistic, spiritualistic, funny, kind... everything a person SHOULD be. But when she gets drunk, she's just too... I can't even describe it. It's like her entire life (and everybody else's) has to come to a halt so she can tell us that she's offended we would think she's drunk.
When she shows up at my door at 8-in-the-morning all rosy-cheeked and bubbly saying "Hey there, baby-bro! Let's make some PANCAKES!", I know she's drunk. And I know I have to deal with her being drunk and trying to hide it from us. ANd it just really, really hurts.
No idea why this hit me so hard all of a sudden... guess I've been too happy lately? Guess that Manic-pendulum needed to swing back towards the depressive side? I dunno.
But I'm bummed-out :(
