There are some people I think aren't meant to live there lives sober. I'm starting to think I may be one of them. I'd like to say I'm wrong, but I really never argue unless I'm certain I'm right. I want to be a writer, but my thoughts never see script unless I'm even the tiniest bit inebriated. Like right now. None of this would have happened if I hadn't of gotten myself blind stinking drunk all of 30 minutes ago. I'd say it would be good for my social life as well, but my speech does seem to slur a bit. It's in this state that I can step outside of my self a bit. Sober, I hold back a lot, when I really shouldn't. You learn a lot from being a fly on the wall, but that's no way to live out your life. Inhibitions suck. It's a brick wall that conceals some amazing things that could be shared with so many people. At the same time, being drunk I'm totally okay with the solitude of being in a new city. Not knowing anyone and living each day as it comes to me. Consequences become a trivial thing. You understand that when you're already lost, it really doesn't matter what direction you're going as long as you are moving somewhere. You pick a direction and hope something worth while eventually bumps into you. Until then, you do the best you can. Enjoy the little things, like the stars on a clear night. The wind at your back walking home. Wondering what your friends and family are doing right now back home. I'm not really sure if the path that I'm traveling right now is the right one, but I'm still going to see where it takes me. There's a lot I can learn from being completely on my own, but there's also quite a bit to lose. If in 3 months I end up a hermit, I may have to reconsider my actions. Until then, let's hope I can make something of myself. And maybe a few new friends along the way. Wish me luck.
