Drunk nights.
We all seem to have those..
we all seem to spend time drinking alone, or with friends. I mean we all drink, either it is for entertainment or for other reasons. This time was different though. Life teaching lessons. Telling you to stop, take a break and process some things. Being an alcoholic is a serious matter. Being addicted to some kind of drug-cause alcohol is no more than that-puts you out of your everyday game. Makes you weak, unrecognisable and messed up. For me alcohol was funny, it was funny for sometime cause i would use it for entertaining purposes in small doses here and there. Sometimes when i needed to relax, when I wanted to get off reality for a period of time. It was a saviour taken really lightly and slow. But it doesnt pass a moment I regret going out with some people, to a Bar at night. A very cheesy pretty dark place next to the sea. Next to the city lights...
And I was there next to a doctor, an alcoholic and a guy i used to trust, ordering a drink, a blue lagoon.. Blue is one of my favourite colors. But the alcoholic suggested to do shots. And I wish I had stayed home that night. Shot after shot, fireball after tekila and lime my mind got blurrier and blurrier. Starting feeling dizzy at first, feeling happy and relaxed and then more shots. Till I started feeling nausea, everything spinning, the sky spinning. I closed my eyes and felt I was a little kid in the play yard playing in that circlly thing that spins.
And then I kinda knew... Ran as quickly as I could to the bathroom covering my mouth cause I could hold the peanuts I ate in. And then that awful pathetic look. You know the kind of look that you see in the movies, when the person is barfing all over the bathroom, being sicker than actually sick people. And Im on top of my class, I know what happened to my insides. I was poisoned by the damned alcohol, by my free will and freedom. I was poisoned by my stupidity.
I threw 3 times before the doctor i meantioned came in and asked me if I was alright. Sincerely at that moment I needed that person to be there and say those words so bloody much. And then threw up once again, then wiping and cleaning my face and mouth. I was sick sick sick.
Anyway, i guess that's the only way to be experienced in life. try and take everything to the edge. Edge. Edge. Edg.e e. e gde. hick.
We all seem to have those..
we all seem to spend time drinking alone, or with friends. I mean we all drink, either it is for entertainment or for other reasons. This time was different though. Life teaching lessons. Telling you to stop, take a break and process some things. Being an alcoholic is a serious matter. Being addicted to some kind of drug-cause alcohol is no more than that-puts you out of your everyday game. Makes you weak, unrecognisable and messed up. For me alcohol was funny, it was funny for sometime cause i would use it for entertaining purposes in small doses here and there. Sometimes when i needed to relax, when I wanted to get off reality for a period of time. It was a saviour taken really lightly and slow. But it doesnt pass a moment I regret going out with some people, to a Bar at night. A very cheesy pretty dark place next to the sea. Next to the city lights...
And I was there next to a doctor, an alcoholic and a guy i used to trust, ordering a drink, a blue lagoon.. Blue is one of my favourite colors. But the alcoholic suggested to do shots. And I wish I had stayed home that night. Shot after shot, fireball after tekila and lime my mind got blurrier and blurrier. Starting feeling dizzy at first, feeling happy and relaxed and then more shots. Till I started feeling nausea, everything spinning, the sky spinning. I closed my eyes and felt I was a little kid in the play yard playing in that circlly thing that spins.
And then I kinda knew... Ran as quickly as I could to the bathroom covering my mouth cause I could hold the peanuts I ate in. And then that awful pathetic look. You know the kind of look that you see in the movies, when the person is barfing all over the bathroom, being sicker than actually sick people. And Im on top of my class, I know what happened to my insides. I was poisoned by the damned alcohol, by my free will and freedom. I was poisoned by my stupidity.
I threw 3 times before the doctor i meantioned came in and asked me if I was alright. Sincerely at that moment I needed that person to be there and say those words so bloody much. And then threw up once again, then wiping and cleaning my face and mouth. I was sick sick sick.
Anyway, i guess that's the only way to be experienced in life. try and take everything to the edge. Edge. Edge. Edg.e e. e gde. hick.
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