This is me, drunk, in a nutshell. I guess I didn’t realize it until recently, but I am still getting over this deeply-embedded idea I’ve always had, in which I am not allowed to be dumb or silly or make mistakes or make a fool out of myself ever. I still have some residual anxiety and paranoia about being drunk around people because of this. But ya know, fuck it. Last night I totally vommed at a party and not even in a toilet (at first), and while I initially felt ashamed and dumb and like people were judging me, in the end no one did and everyone was really nice and helped me feel okay and fact-checked me! And yeah, I could have opted not to drink and smoke and eat that fucking jimmy johns sandwich, and I could have saved myself and my cardigan a lot of grief, but in the end everything turned out okay and I AM A DAMN HUMAN BEING FOR FUCK’S SAKE. And everyone had a good time!
Golly! :3 Thanks guys *~sparkle~*