I had a very strange weekend. Saturday my parents came by and brought me their old stereo as mine broke down a while ago. It needs some maintenance but its better than nothing. Then we together visited my 92 year old grandma. I like her very much, but its a pity her grasp to reality slowly fades away (though she is not in any way demented).
Then my parents took me home. I dont have a washing machine at my apartment, so I need to visit my parents once in a while. Besides, Sunday was mothers day, so I had to be there anyhow.
Saturday evening then got very strange. First, two of my friends from high-school came by, which really is rare. We had some beer and Star Wars on TV which was fun. But when all the beer had gone (we each had 5 half litre bottles) we went into town to visit our favourite pub. There we drank Pernot-Cola as usual. I was so drunk I cant even remember I broke a glass
The only thing I do remember is meeting some of the girls from high-school. I had quite a long conversation with the girl I had a crush on from 6th to 10th grade. Then she wouldnt have talked to me even if she would have gotten paid for it.
Strange things happen. That girl is even prettier now than I remembered her (and in memory flaws usually diminish). And she is married! So I just did some flattering and kind of flirting that shouldve happened 10 years ago. 
I cannot remember anything more about that night, as I was absolutely sloshed. But my friends told me I still knew how to behave.
Sunday I was a mess.
Big hangover, totally sad and I slept until my mom was really angry with me, though she didnt show. I just now it by the way she treated me that day. I somehow managed to do my washing and ironing and off I went back to Muenster.
How relieved I was to finally be on my own again! Lately I can hardly bear the presence of my parents. They know Im depressed once again but I dont want them to worry every time I have another breakdown. That makes it even more difficult for me. So I decided they shouldnt call me, I call them when I have a good day. But when Im at their place its hard for me to hide my feelings.
Then my parents took me home. I dont have a washing machine at my apartment, so I need to visit my parents once in a while. Besides, Sunday was mothers day, so I had to be there anyhow.
Saturday evening then got very strange. First, two of my friends from high-school came by, which really is rare. We had some beer and Star Wars on TV which was fun. But when all the beer had gone (we each had 5 half litre bottles) we went into town to visit our favourite pub. There we drank Pernot-Cola as usual. I was so drunk I cant even remember I broke a glass
The only thing I do remember is meeting some of the girls from high-school. I had quite a long conversation with the girl I had a crush on from 6th to 10th grade. Then she wouldnt have talked to me even if she would have gotten paid for it.
Strange things happen. That girl is even prettier now than I remembered her (and in memory flaws usually diminish). And she is married! So I just did some flattering and kind of flirting that shouldve happened 10 years ago.
I cannot remember anything more about that night, as I was absolutely sloshed. But my friends told me I still knew how to behave.
Sunday I was a mess.
Big hangover, totally sad and I slept until my mom was really angry with me, though she didnt show. I just now it by the way she treated me that day. I somehow managed to do my washing and ironing and off I went back to Muenster.
How relieved I was to finally be on my own again! Lately I can hardly bear the presence of my parents. They know Im depressed once again but I dont want them to worry every time I have another breakdown. That makes it even more difficult for me. So I decided they shouldnt call me, I call them when I have a good day. But when Im at their place its hard for me to hide my feelings.