Whoo hoo!! I'm drunk! But quite by accident. My uncle Bill and his Chinese wife Ping (coolest lady ever IMO) are up for a visit from Baltimore, and he has managed to turn me into quite the drunkaholic.
It started off as a glass of wine, and then this little conversation ensued:
Uncle Bill: Would you like a Sam Adams?
Me: No thanks, I don't really like beer that much.
Uncle Bill: That's un-American!
Me: I'm more of a hard liquor kind of gal.
Uncle Bill: Oh yeah? What've you got?
Me: Let me check. *a trip to the liquor cabinet later* Kahlua, spiced rum...
Uncle Bill: Oooo I like spiced rum!
Me: What do you want to mix it with?
Uncle Bill: Who says you gotta mix it?
Me: O--kay then...
And then he made me give a toast, which was the lamest toast ever. Something along the lines of, "Here's to good times and great relatives".
Following that shot, he poured another, and gave this as a toast:
"May scores of boils engulf you, and corns grow on your feet, may crabs the size of wharf rats select your crotch to eat, and when you're old and ancient and a syphilletic wreck, may you fall through your own asshole and break your fucking neck."
And then another. And another, which I mixed with coke this time.
Ah yes.
But now I'm lonely and my boyfriend is ignoring me like he usually does. Man, what does it take to get a man's attention around here? Isn't it enough that I'm a suicide girl and I've got huge tits? Jeebus. I need another drink.
It started off as a glass of wine, and then this little conversation ensued:
Uncle Bill: Would you like a Sam Adams?
Me: No thanks, I don't really like beer that much.
Uncle Bill: That's un-American!
Me: I'm more of a hard liquor kind of gal.
Uncle Bill: Oh yeah? What've you got?
Me: Let me check. *a trip to the liquor cabinet later* Kahlua, spiced rum...
Uncle Bill: Oooo I like spiced rum!
Me: What do you want to mix it with?
Uncle Bill: Who says you gotta mix it?
Me: O--kay then...
And then he made me give a toast, which was the lamest toast ever. Something along the lines of, "Here's to good times and great relatives".
Following that shot, he poured another, and gave this as a toast:
"May scores of boils engulf you, and corns grow on your feet, may crabs the size of wharf rats select your crotch to eat, and when you're old and ancient and a syphilletic wreck, may you fall through your own asshole and break your fucking neck."
And then another. And another, which I mixed with coke this time.
Ah yes.
But now I'm lonely and my boyfriend is ignoring me like he usually does. Man, what does it take to get a man's attention around here? Isn't it enough that I'm a suicide girl and I've got huge tits? Jeebus. I need another drink.
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In other words, something might be upsetting him. Yes you're a beautiful and seemingly-amiable (suicide) girl, and yes, you have what most guys would consider a lovely chest. To answer your question, though: no, that is not always enough. It's very possible that something is wrong or, dare I say, very wrong, and that this something might not have anything to do with you (for better or for worse). My best advice (implying that my advice is most likely not the best advice to receive, but rather my own personal best) is to talk to, if not confront, him about it. Letting problems stagnate is not usually the best way to go about things. Imagine, if you would, a bowl of Campbell's condensed chicken soup (you were a kid once, you have to ha've had it at some point). If you eat it right away, it's (arguably) tasty, delicious, etc. Or if you happen to find out that you do not like that shitty chicken soup, at least now you know. However, if you let it sit on your table while you pout at it, it's going to get that nasty yellow film of despair riding the surface like a fatty frisbee of disgusting. Now, no matter if you actually would enjoy the soup or not, you DO NOT want that nasty yellow shit.
My (somewhat vague) point is that you either find out what's wrong and it's a good (relatively, obviously, for the situation) or bad thing, or you let it slip away into ShitVille, USA (zip 12601) and it's all bad. Very bad.
Again, this is only from my own experience, and I'm just trying to help you in the best way I can. If you disregard EVERYTHING I have said, just please, please, keep in mind that there are people who care about you, in your social life, your academic life, your SG life, et al., and many of them would do their best to make you happy. If anything, keep that in mind, and maybe it won't be so hard to caulk your wagon and float it down the Columbia River.
In a manner of speaking.
<3, always.