When I don't drink, I see the world through rose-colored lenses, but dark rose. Its as if... as if I'm constantly under a cloud of depression. Then I drink and I see how trivial my problems are and understand what humour is for once. I also understand the philosophies of life for once, you see? I am a person who normally rarely laughs, but when I drink I can finally think clearly. It sounds odd, but I'm a person who can think coherently only WHEN I drink. I've drank quite a bit recently in fact. And now is when I understand how rediculous my overshyness is and how it will hold me back in life. I wish, in a sense, that I always felt like this. At the same time, often I look back later on things I wrote in this phase and just... God, there are too many philosopical thoughts zooming through my head right now. Know what I mean? About the drunken philosophy? For me that's a constant.
2007-07-26
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