Category Archives: Inspirational Quote
“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”
That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years. – Erich Maria Remarque
Saturday, E. and I will go to a wedding. Some friends of his are getting married and all his friends will be there. It’s the first time I go to a wedding, because here weddings aren’t quite the most elegant thing. Stupid music, stupid people, stupid dances, etc.
Last Saturday we went out with the “soon-to be” married guys. They are ok. We started with a beer, we continued with another one. And then E. proposed we should drink a shot. We drank it, and then he proposed we should drink another shot. We drank it, and then we had another one.
In the end, I was “the drunkest” I ever was before, blaming E. for his idea, and blaming myself for the lack of self-control.
Because when I start to get dizzy and feel good is really harder to stop. And when I get drunk I talk a lot. Oh, a lot of all subjects, from books to… sex.
I blamed E. and I blamed myself. But in the end, E. was the one who kept the mobile phone open for us to have some light in the bathroom, because they cut the electricity in the “sex apartment” (an apartment that is empty, a friend of his who is almost all the time out of the city). In the end, E. was the one who saw me in a very vulnerable and gross position and still found it easy to tell me he loved me…