WATCH OUT. I am DANGEROUS in this state.
I am in one of those "I LOVE EVERYONE" drunk states, which tend to depress me, since when I awake from said drunk state, I realize most people are complete dicks.
At this point I could care less.
Sometimes... most of the time... I wish I could be one of those people who can make a semi-accurate statement about the human condition in 6 to 10 words. Then I realize most of the people who were able to do that are now dead.
Oh, and that maybe the human condition wasn't meant to be described in 10 words or less (or 100, or 1,000) and that it is ongoing!
And once again, I realize I am not the first person to discover said epiphany,
But I know I'm in good company, and that makes me happy.
I feel the need to qualify my statement earlier, re: people and their dick-ness.
There are many dickish people in this world, yet I feel it's safe to assume there are an equal number of non-dickish people as well, they just don't realize it or haven't found a venue in which to realize their non-dickishnes. Not a word. Let's roll with it anyways,
Time for sleep!
PS - Though born and bred American, I was totally cheering for Canada during the Olympic Hockey Finals. OH CANADA!!
PPS - If you haven't done a google image search for Sidney Crosby, DO IT NOW.
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
And yet, while I may regret this later...
Having just returned back to NJ after a night in Philly at a gay bar, I feel as though this post needs to be prefaced with the following:
I am drunk.
I pride myself on being a person who does not easily succumb to addiction. There was a period in university where, for at least 2-3 months, I smoked pot every day. Granted, I was a leisurely pot smoker all through university and to this day, however at most it's once or twice a week now. Seriously, 2 or 3 months where I got high every day. I kept my grades up, I was never high in class, I even consistently went to the gym, but as soon as I was done for the day, the joints came out and the pipes breathed easy once more. Then one day, for no particular reason, I decided to stop. Cold turkey, I didn't smoke again for a year, maybe more. No reason, I just didn't feel like it anymore, proving that pot had no control over me. I have of course resumed smoking pot, but not because I felt I needed to. I had just remembered how wonderful it felt. I think I can attribute that to the fact that I quit for a while, so that initial high never became complacency... I never really got used to it and so I never felt the need to get higher and higher... I would only ever just have a good buzz going.
I tell this story because there is a vice I have that, no matter where I am or what I am doing, I have never been able to shake. It's a thought that is always in my head and it has led me to dangerous, foolish situations.
At this point, there's no dancing around the subject. I am addicted to giving head. There is no sexual act I enjoy more than going down on another guy and it's not really something I can control. Craigslist, manhunt, adam4adam... friends, teammates, classmates, teachers... it's somewhat alarming that I'm still STI free (I was tested a couple weeks ago).
Why I feel the need to share this I can't really explain. Maybe the few who read this can offer me some insight. Maybe because it's been so long since the last time I've felt that irreplaceable feeling of a man that causes me to be so forthcoming.
Then again, I have been drinking.
I am drunk.
I pride myself on being a person who does not easily succumb to addiction. There was a period in university where, for at least 2-3 months, I smoked pot every day. Granted, I was a leisurely pot smoker all through university and to this day, however at most it's once or twice a week now. Seriously, 2 or 3 months where I got high every day. I kept my grades up, I was never high in class, I even consistently went to the gym, but as soon as I was done for the day, the joints came out and the pipes breathed easy once more. Then one day, for no particular reason, I decided to stop. Cold turkey, I didn't smoke again for a year, maybe more. No reason, I just didn't feel like it anymore, proving that pot had no control over me. I have of course resumed smoking pot, but not because I felt I needed to. I had just remembered how wonderful it felt. I think I can attribute that to the fact that I quit for a while, so that initial high never became complacency... I never really got used to it and so I never felt the need to get higher and higher... I would only ever just have a good buzz going.
I tell this story because there is a vice I have that, no matter where I am or what I am doing, I have never been able to shake. It's a thought that is always in my head and it has led me to dangerous, foolish situations.
At this point, there's no dancing around the subject. I am addicted to giving head. There is no sexual act I enjoy more than going down on another guy and it's not really something I can control. Craigslist, manhunt, adam4adam... friends, teammates, classmates, teachers... it's somewhat alarming that I'm still STI free (I was tested a couple weeks ago).
Why I feel the need to share this I can't really explain. Maybe the few who read this can offer me some insight. Maybe because it's been so long since the last time I've felt that irreplaceable feeling of a man that causes me to be so forthcoming.
Then again, I have been drinking.
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