Last night was everything I hate about college night.
warning: rant ahead.
I've had one of the most intense weeks of my life. I'm sobbed uncontrollably, laughed till my sides burst, felt like I was in hell, felt ambivalent, felt joy, everything. And I. Am. Exhausted. I've been so busy all day and night that I've been going to bed much later than usual, and last night I was so excited to go to bed early and just get a good nights' sleep. So I got in bed at 10 and drifted off...only to be woken up by music blastings, seriously blasting SO LOUD and a bunch of drunken guys yelling. But I figured, okay it's saturday and my roomates want to have people over I'll just deal with it and try to sleep. After about an hour and a half I finally fell asleep, only to be woken up moments later by some guy I don't know pounding as hard as he can on the walls down our hallway. At this point I storm out of bed into the livingroom in my underwear with serious bed head and say "hey, can you please not do that?" As I'm in the livingroom I notice that none of my roomates are even out there with them. So there are 7 belligerently drunk and angry guys in my living room that I don't know. My roomate was also trying to sleep. She talked to one of our roomates who invited them over but she was too drunk to deal with it and promptly passed out. Turns out the guys were from a town about an hour away so we couldn't just send them home, they were all too drunk to drive. Again I try to go to sleep. After hearing one crash loudly into the refrigerator I stormed out again, kept my temper and asked please be quiet, it's 2:30 in the morning, you don't even live here, please close and lock the front door and don't let in people that you don't know (like the guy who'd just stumbled in and charged at our refrig) and for god's sake pass out. And yet, I still had to go out one more time and be a raging bitch before they would shut the fuck up. This morning I woke up to find that our living room and kitchen are trashed, and my roomates who invited the guys over are either sleeping soundly or not here.
Let me just take this moment to express that I think the world would be a much better place if there was no alcohol. I don't have a problem with people having a glass of wine with dinner, or a drink after work but I HATE HEAVY DRINKING. I hate trying to communicate with someone who is piss drunk. I hate the way people act when they're belligerent. I hate how it sucks away personality and fills one up with a healthy dose of instant asshole. I hate that when I walk down the street at night guys shout things like "I'm gonna fuck all these hoes in the ass" or "hey wanna suck my cock?" or "hey you, yeah you, why aren't you talking to me? BITCH" I hate the way those guys acted last night and I hate that I had to deal with it, and I hate the way the whole thing made me feel.
Having fun is one thing. But drinking enough to behave like that fucked up, and I'm sorry but I cannot respect it. You should never allow yourself to loose control like that unless you're in your own space and not affecting anyone else.
I AM SO ANGRY.
Down with alcohol. It brings out everything that I hate in people.
end rant.
warning: rant ahead.
I've had one of the most intense weeks of my life. I'm sobbed uncontrollably, laughed till my sides burst, felt like I was in hell, felt ambivalent, felt joy, everything. And I. Am. Exhausted. I've been so busy all day and night that I've been going to bed much later than usual, and last night I was so excited to go to bed early and just get a good nights' sleep. So I got in bed at 10 and drifted off...only to be woken up by music blastings, seriously blasting SO LOUD and a bunch of drunken guys yelling. But I figured, okay it's saturday and my roomates want to have people over I'll just deal with it and try to sleep. After about an hour and a half I finally fell asleep, only to be woken up moments later by some guy I don't know pounding as hard as he can on the walls down our hallway. At this point I storm out of bed into the livingroom in my underwear with serious bed head and say "hey, can you please not do that?" As I'm in the livingroom I notice that none of my roomates are even out there with them. So there are 7 belligerently drunk and angry guys in my living room that I don't know. My roomate was also trying to sleep. She talked to one of our roomates who invited them over but she was too drunk to deal with it and promptly passed out. Turns out the guys were from a town about an hour away so we couldn't just send them home, they were all too drunk to drive. Again I try to go to sleep. After hearing one crash loudly into the refrigerator I stormed out again, kept my temper and asked please be quiet, it's 2:30 in the morning, you don't even live here, please close and lock the front door and don't let in people that you don't know (like the guy who'd just stumbled in and charged at our refrig) and for god's sake pass out. And yet, I still had to go out one more time and be a raging bitch before they would shut the fuck up. This morning I woke up to find that our living room and kitchen are trashed, and my roomates who invited the guys over are either sleeping soundly or not here.
Let me just take this moment to express that I think the world would be a much better place if there was no alcohol. I don't have a problem with people having a glass of wine with dinner, or a drink after work but I HATE HEAVY DRINKING. I hate trying to communicate with someone who is piss drunk. I hate the way people act when they're belligerent. I hate how it sucks away personality and fills one up with a healthy dose of instant asshole. I hate that when I walk down the street at night guys shout things like "I'm gonna fuck all these hoes in the ass" or "hey wanna suck my cock?" or "hey you, yeah you, why aren't you talking to me? BITCH" I hate the way those guys acted last night and I hate that I had to deal with it, and I hate the way the whole thing made me feel.
Having fun is one thing. But drinking enough to behave like that fucked up, and I'm sorry but I cannot respect it. You should never allow yourself to loose control like that unless you're in your own space and not affecting anyone else.
I AM SO ANGRY.
Down with alcohol. It brings out everything that I hate in people.
end rant.
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no drinking and driving, and no more assholes.
you're much more tolerant than i am, my dear.
bless you for that.