Thanksgiving

2011 was a great year for me. It really was.

 

As a person I'm not big on holidays, but I've always thought Thanksgiving is something that should be celebrated in more countries. Yes, there's the obsessive turkey-eating (at least in America), but besides that, Thanksgiving seems like the least selfish of all holidays (At least if you do it right). And I like the concept of that.

So on Thanksgiving, and again on New Year's, last year, I jokingly dared 2012 to be even better than 2011. As it turns out, 2012 went all bad ass and "challenge accepted". Of course there have been painful and difficult moments, but overall, I have never been happier than I have so far this year.

And so much have happened this year. That is something I really first came to realize yesterday morning, half asleep on the train. Especially the last few months, so much have been changing around me. And I have a distinct feeling, that there's even more to come. Which is both really scary and scary exciting.

In the end, I'm thankful for so much and so many, but to sum it up, I'm thankful to be alive and able to experience the beauties of life and share it with the people I love. Because my life would be nothing without my friends, and I could write a whole speech for each one of them, although I'm not going to. Sadly to say, I don't quite have the time for that.

But I wanted to at least say that much. Hell, 2013, I know you're still some time away, but good luck measuring up to 2012! Although, so far, it seems you already have a couple of advantages ;)

No matter what, it's definitely going to be interesting.


//Chii ♥

I'm sorry, I was drunk

I really don't drink too often. And when I do, I rarely get drunk. But I did last night. Now, I don't either ever regret getting drunk. I really think it's fun and all, and I don't overdo it, I only puked the very first time I got drunk. Usually I don't even get noxious.
But I regret some of the things I do while I'm drunk (No, it's not the same). When I wake up in the morning after being drunk, I'm never hungover. Hell, I'm hardly even tired. No, the awkward is what comes afterwards. See, it always turns out that I've texted or/and called a friend of mine and told them that I love them. Which, ya know, is really difficult to explain the next morning.

Especially, as it happened this time, the person I called is actually in love with me.
I mean, how do you tell someone, who calls you almost everyday to tell you that they love you, that "hey... I don't actually love you. Vodka just makes me a bit over sentimental. Sorry about that."?
Never in my life have I felt so stupid and guilt trippin'. And on top of that, I have to see him next week. And spend the night at his place. A part me is ready to cancel just to avoid facing him. Yet somehow I can't bring myself to do that.
Damn, I really fucked myself over this time, didn't I?... But what the hell are you supposed to do in a situation like this?
Of course it could be like the text in the picture... "for a drunken mind, speaks a sober heart"? But then where does that put me?
Fuck, why can't I just get hungover like everybody else, and avoid this shit? I mean, you didn't think I was gonna give up on drinking, did you? Why you so silly?


//Chii ♥


Ps: I also lost my keys. In the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't have anybody's phone numbers, so I can't ask them to look for them. So yea... Definitely fucked.