A lot of it is to do with my first ever university exams approaching - all three of them! THREE OF THEM! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've essentially signed up to do my A Levels again. Twice a year. For the next four years.
That's only a small factor contributing to my woes, however, Largely my sulky disposition is down to the fact that last night after a few too many Strongbows (aka about 3, aka, too many for Flo and her lack of ability to soak up alcohol like a real man) I drunk messaged a few people that possibly don't deserve the joys of my merry intoxicated self. And now I'm a bit embarrassed and well...ashamed. I mean, what's a "good drunk"? But still, there is a "loser drunk" and I fear I fulfil that perfectly.
This is the topic of today's blog - drunk texting people you shouldn't. Why do we do it? Note the "we" - I recognise that in many areas of life I am probably more of a loser than you are, but I would bet a lot of Digestives that you've sent a few messages when you were a bit tiddly, too. But as ever I have baffled myself, and did what all baffled people do - Google the problem. If there aren't any explanations, it isn't a problem.
Low and behold:
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| It's a problem. No walking away with my tail between my legs. |
I also know that I'm not alone:
It really is a dreadful habit I've fallen into since having internet data all the time on my phone. After I've had the pathetic amount it takes to get me drunk, I put the bottle down and pick my phone up. I wish I could go through my elaborate thought process which leads to this happening literally every single time but I honestly don't know what possesses me to stop trying to do the robot and text everybody instead.
Well, I say "everybody" - faces from the past, people I have somewhat tricky relationships with now, occasionally my parents...and let's face it, they don't want "HEY GUYYSYSYSYSSYSYSY!!" from their child.
According to the internet, my need to text my little weary heart out is because I miss the recipients and wouldn't normally reach out to them. Truthfully, I daren't look at what I sent after last night to see if I wrote anything along those lines, since I already feel embarrassed and it might thrust me into the "don't leave bedroom. Ever. You sad cow" stage.
The obvious solution to end the weekly devastation the next day when I inspect my phone inbox and Facebook chat would be to keep my phone the hell away from me when I go out. However, my phone is a big source of comfort for me; it enables me with the ability to contact/wail endlessly down the phone to my folks at a second's notice. Another solution would be to only go to clubs with no signal but again, that's not a practical thing to base your night out around - what about the Instagram selfies? What about the drunk Twitter stalking?
But maybe it's all futile, anyway. At the end of the day, alcohol makes you feel invincible. Daiquiris tell you that you can dance. Beer makes you bulletproof. Lager makes you laugh in the face of your biggest fears, then run away from them the next day. You can well and truly shed your inhibitions and reach out to people you usually try not to think about. Alcohol bestows even the most faint hearted with a kind of bravery they might not ordinarily know; the kind of bravery where they forget about how mortified they'll be in the morning when inbox inspections go down.
With that in mind, next time you receive a drunk message - however incomprehensible, however long it's been - don't look at your phone in horror. Smile to yourself. At least somebody's having one single thought of you when their real issue is whether they should get up and slut drop on the table or not. They've got better things to get on with and yet they're still thinking about you.
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