Things get damaged.
Things get broken.
I thought we’d manage,
but words left unspoken.
Left us so brittle,
there was so little left to give.
Lesson 1.) Always carry disinfectant wipes with you at all times. Not like in the crazy OCD kinda way, but it’s better to be safe where there are lots of people, rather than sorry. The only place I went to this weekend was a bar in Austin (liberty) and managed to get fucking pink eye there.
Lesson 2.) This may seem self-explanatory, but nevertheless I feel the need to say it - If you fall in love with someone, and then later they confess to you that they’re a full-fledged alcoholic - fucking run. I don’t care what they tell you, what kind of promises they make, etc. You do not owe them anything. If they aren’t fully commited to quitting, they will pull you into their whirlwind mess of a life and take as much mentally and emotionally as you’re willing to allow. And then take some more. They’ll lie - about everything and fucking hurt you to the core - not because they mean to, but because they have a disease. Until they admit that, you’re doomed to a life of heartbreak.
More life lessons coming soon….that is all for now.
..when your disappointment in a person you trusted is so profound, that it makes you violently ill?
This is one of those times.
It’s probably a bad idea. But then again, all of my most epically fun times start with bad ideas.
Bill Clinton, on the Daily Show speaking about universal healthcare.
(Although this was taken out of context, I think it applies as a good generalization in life and has become one of my most favorite quotes.)