I drink for a hell lot of sodding reasons. For one,its because I’m not alcoholic; I
I drink for a hell lot of sodding reasons. For one,its because I’m not alcoholic; I just feel alone . I mean, friends and relatives come and comfort me, but I’m still left with the same, if not a new, lonely. Hence, it’s wise to think that it’s worth being stupid to think that bottles and bottles of beer could drown my miseries, and finally rid myself of them for good. Or not. A friend said, I couldn’t drown my miseries because they know how to swim back to my shores. Another, for the intoxication. The intoxication is reminiscent and/or the replacement of those beautiful nights and the beauty I never allowed to see myself in you. I drink because it’s an alibi to do and say stupid things I am not capable of doing when, or after, drinking water “I was intoxicated.” Then, I drink for the black-out. Its those moments I have no recollection of, that makes me want to wake up from a seemingly five-minute slumber(When in fact, its usually 5. Hours.) and get together again with the same people and ask each of them for their own version of a lost memory, and then probably drink to it (Or not) after everyone has noticed its already just becoming a looped conversation. And lastly, I drink just for the heck of it–for that desirable feeling of being drunk. I mean, its good to be the sober one in the group and hear revelations that you don’t normally hear inside the office. Or It’s just enjoying to watch people give in, get crazy, and lose their selves. But I’m a true believer of the line saying: Just shut up, Drink and Forget…for tomorrow is a new day to look forward. -- source link