“Things do not change; we change.” ~Henry David Thoreau
And now more tales from my almost relentless need for introspection, complete narcissism, and trying to be fucking happy; I must find out who this new person staring back at me is. I look exactly the same. My hair is still all over the place and my eyebrows are slowly forming their own Cult of the Sacred Unibrow and yet things are oddly different.
Like my feelings on things. Like I’m getting older and acceptance and all that wonderful crap and the shitting of rainbows. Oh and yesterday, I saw a unicorn.
I, Queen of Misanthropy and declared Socially Awkward Barbie™ have decided to be social and to venture out sans a glass of anything fermented. An incredibly rough and indescribable evening occurred last weekend that left me spent and unable to walk, because the hangover was so painful that I could feel it in my hips. Thusly, I have been on a self imposed hiatus of all things fermented because while there are currently three bottles of Prosecco idly waiting to be opened and consumed, I am growing ill at the thought of putting any of that in my body. My liver has called it quits.
Now I shall be surviving on Poland Spring Sparkling Water (With Raspberry-Lime Essence) for the next several days, because it’s delicious and stays in my stomach instead of ejecting violently all over the Washington Hilton.
And in all things changing, I’ve found myself not only able to go without using alcohol as a coping mechanism but, I’m also feeling rather gregarious. I’m finding and meeting new people. But what’s more shocking than anything is that after many years of wishing an untimely crippling illness on several of my roommates, enough so that they have to go back to their respective hometowns but can still pay the rent, I think I’m actually in want of one. It’s like I can suddenly handle things. While these things that are conventional and so very obvious to the average person (Why drink if it makes you ill? Why NOT have a roommate and learn that sharing means caring?), they are monumental for me. And I’m realizing that my head will not spin around and explode if I allow other people into my space and I’m not constantly inebriated. Amazing.
I owe myself a toast of sparkling water for, you know…growing the fuck up.
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Sounds like your decision to ease up on the booze is a good thing! Happens to the best of us, Toots
Oh, was it. And I even dropped a few pounds in the process. Amazing.
Congratulations! You’re a big kid now! What was the unicorn’s name?
Looking forward to your gregariosity next week.
Yay! I’m looking forward to not having to track you down through the streets of Chicago in my pj’s. Whee!
Socially Awkward Barbie? I think I may have bid on you on eBay the other day :0
You know, if you keep up this prodigious rate of evolution, by the time you’re 27 or so you’re going to be so darn wonderful we’re going to quit offering suggestions and just bask in all that wonderfulness.
Or something like that. Might not even take that long.
that’s huge. congrats are definitely in order… from someone who is moving in the other direction!
‘Sallright, you can toss back some lemonade at the cocktail party on the Navy Pier — I’ll be sipping the Rose. Can’t WAIT TO MEET YOU.
I feel as though I went through this same transformation…
although sharing does not necessarily mean caring… it means the rent is cheaper