This entry is mistitled. I'm not even close to being drunk. Oh well, can't be helped now. I've already typed the title.
Well my plan of just sitting in my garage and drinking didn't work out. I got through a bottle of Barfly and then, when I'd had just a couple sips of a second bottle's pouring, my phone rang.
What followed was pretty much the exact opposite of sitting in my garage by myself.
Anyway, it was a good night. Not because of the way it turned out, but I guess because of the way I managed to hold myself together long enough to be useful. And, not only that, I also got to say some things that I'd really needed to say.
See, just like everyone else, there are reasons for my being the way that I am. Reasons besides pure insanity, I mean.
And we certainly had a good example of insanity tonight, didn't we?
But I digress.
The reasons almost always exist, even if they're not known. I, for example, still have no idea what reason(s) there might have been for what happened to me a little over six years ago. But I do know, boy do I fucking know, why I hit rock-bottom a few months ago, and why I'm still down here, wallowing in the muck and the mud of my own misery.
Tonight, I got to state those reasons. So that made it a good night. Even if nothing else had happened, I was able to finally unburden myself a little. And I didn't get any back-talk. That really meant a lot to me.
And I was able to stand up for myself a little. By stating the simple truth that I don't know if things between us can ever work. It seems to me that we tried to make it work, for a long time, and it seems to me that we failed.
That I failed, I mean.
I don't know if we broke up or not. Definitions will vary, as will intentions. And results are unknowable at this time. It certainly felt like a break-up to me.
But I'll tell you something: If it was a break-up, then it was at least a proper one. Finally.