Now let's begin. The drunken nights usually start out like so: Someone/the crew usually make plans to have a night out at the bar/club/party/wherever. "Participant" already has some sort of a guilty conscious that has been plaguing to begin with. With this being said, no attention is paid to any of this plaguing of the brain waves, it just lingers. Guilty conscious, you ask? Ahhh-hhaaaahhh!! Did you actually think that these drunken dials or text messages came out the blue, because they were really feeling something there. No darlings! These 3 a.m., after club phone calls/text messages hit because of that guilty conscious lingering long before they even washed their ass to get ready to go to wherever-ville.
Now... the guilt doesn't necessarily come from them doing something that they never had any business doing in the first place or maybe it did. Maybe they copped a feel at the club and realized that her ass wasn't as juicy as yours, or maybe they have to continuously convince themself that they love whoever because "temptation" has made it's way to their side of the dancefloor, whatever. The real guilt comes from the fact that somewhere between back then (the past) up until now (the present), they know that they have been lacking in certain areas (the art of relationships/love, selfishness, etc.). However these drunk dummies, instead of trying to fix the problem, would rather be lazy and do what the homies/girls say do. Dumb drunk is thinking and actually believing, "home will always be there." In most cases, that is true. In the other homes... that's where the smart people live.
Moving right along... once alchey sits down somewhere, usually in the backseat of the car on the way home (there is no way you could drive drunk AND text, we need some common sense somewhere), they get this "good" feeling that messaging would be extra sexy or place the phone call (if you got balls nowadays) and pour out their drunken thoughts as to how you make them feel. They just all of a sudden had this wonderful epiphany that they never really knew how much they "luv u" (and YES! the spelling makes a hell of a difference!!) until now and they want to
Uuugghh... 3 o clock in the morning?! You make me sick!! And I know that you are the drunk one but I would be more than happy to puke for you! Only because I can smell the shit you are texting through the phone.
Before technology became so advanced, before the smart phone, before all of these apps, before texting even... these dumb ass motha-feenies would have to place that phone call. They would pick up the phone and dial the number through the double or triple vision that they, no doubt, have developed in the past 3-4 hours of club time concurred. A drunken phone call is worse. You can't just look at the phone and roll over. Or, maybe you could, but me, personally can't stand a ringing phone at 3 in the morning. I don't care what ringtone it is or how much I like the song or the person calling. The bitch is going to keep ringing and ringing. smh. BUT... now, thanks to Neil Papworth, (who happened to be doing nothing one day but trying to tell everyone Merry Christmas) we have texts. Good idea! Now people can hide behind a phone, express how they feel and not have to look you eye to eye until everything is laid out across the screen. Also, a plus side to the genious idea of merely sending a quick message, you don't have to look like such an ass right then and there at that very moment! This is great! Now you have time to think about what your drunk ass just text and how you are going to snatch it back if it wasn't to your liking. You may have even sent it to the wrong person wit'cha drunk ass!! The receiver may not get your message until they wake up (normal morning wake-up time). And thus we are able to look like an ass later OR, in worst situations, had time to map out a lie as to why this text was sent to the wrong person.
NOoooWW... let's hit a nerve with this one. The receiver can possibly be just as much of a dummie as the texter is. If you love Boo, too, then I guess that's so sweet. You may like the drunken text messages because your ass is probably drunk too. But let's still justify why you are still the stupid in stupidity. You can look at it 1 of 2 ways: this bullshit is really sweet... or you can try and read under a more psychological level of the situation and coincide the "drunkie being honest" with whatever text "bullshit" was sent: ie. "oh he really loves me because a drunk man is an honest man"... (X_x) <<< and this is me LOL!!!. Either way, you're still a fucking do-do brain if you are reeled in by the whole fucked up ass scenario because you're not examining things with a higher level of common sense.
Let me give you my views behind it. Believe me when I say that I can sum this up in a nut shell really really quick. If he/she has to get drunk to tell you how they feel about you on top of incorrect spelling and not including the pronoun "I" which includes oneself, then they have issues and so do you for believing them. Lacking the proper spelling of the word "love" is very elementary as well as murder to the meaning of the word as a whole. Not including the possesive word that commits you to owning up to your true feelings behind the phrase is just unexceptable. I don't deny the fact that they may be telling the truth. I probably believe them 100%. BUT... this is almost as bad as getting drunk just to fuck somebody. Sure enough fucking under the influence can be great given the right amount of alcohol and the right person, however it shouldn't take alcohol in order for someone to begin to appeal to you. A mixture of this "bullshit" juice mixed with some technology is a relationship headed for disaster. smh... Geez Louise!! Oh, "let's have drinks and talk because then I can really loosen up and get off my chest what I have been holding back for so long". Omg! Please people, I am allergic to stupidity and just plan ol' bullshit, period. Is this really what the world has to offer? As if we don't meet a bunch of idiots on a day to day basis, now we have to adjust to the new day and age idiot-ism and settle for bullshit "luv u's" under the influence through text messages?
I think that will be all for today bloggers... Il txt u l8a...
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