In Conclusion...
Any night not ending in tears is a good one.
Last Pub was good. (Rosey Retrospection: the act of recalling mildly pleasant events more favourably than they were experienced. Unpleasant or boring aspects are minimized in recall, the high points remembered. "With any positive experience, some of the pleasure resides in the anticipation, some in the actual experience, and some in the rosey retrospection." (Myers & Spencer, 2004) Good music. Everyone was there. Actually, there was kind of an excess of people. I could've done without some of them. Might've made rosey retrospection less necessary.
"We also revise our recollections of other people as our relationships with them change... had university students rate their steady dating partners. Two months later, they rated them again. Students who were more in love than ever had a tendency to recall love at first sight. Those who had broken up were more likely to recall having recognized their partner as somewhat selfish and bad-tempered." (McFarland & Ross, as quoted in Myers & Spencer, 2004) Yes, hindsight is 20/20. Actually, it's more like 30/20. I know everything now that I should've known going in yesterday. For example, my upbeat attitude on the car-ride to the bus stop on the way to school should've signalled to me that something unmistakeably and unbelievably shitty was bound to happen to offset the happiness I was experiencing. And after I walked out of my stats test (that I hadn't studied for) thinking I just MAY have passed, I should've known that if I didn't get hit by a mack truck that night - something wasn't right with the universe. Life is never that kind. Not to me, anyway. Bad usually follows good, in twice the proportion.
So, the mack truck didn't come. But an equally heavy load did fall... and Gosh-be-darned it only just barely missed my toes. Which leaves me thinking that there's more to come... that it somehow isn't over yet. (Plus, drunken emails in the middle of the night are never really a way to END things, are they?)
All's I know is that I've never disliked a girl so vehemently in my life before without even having met her. I think the fact that she was pretty made it that much worse. And if I'd bothered to say hi, she probably would've turned out to be really nice too. And now I wouldn't have anything left to hate her about, except that she won.
And I've also never known that it was possible to feel completely sad and completely mad and completely stupid and completely reminiscent and completely surprised and confused and speechless and like you wanna scream and like you should be thinking about other stuff and like you really like this song... all at the same time. So... I learned something?
Listen, the short and short of it is, that if I'd been able to get the tequila bottle out of my damned closet without knocking something over and waking my parents up in the process when I got home, I'd STILL be recovering from a hangover and this rant never would have happened. Or at least would've been delayed by 12 hours. And by that time, I would've killed a sufficient number of brain cells to not be able to recall what the issue was anymore. But, as usual, your parents find ways to screw you to the detriment of your mental health without even really trying, and here I am... pissed as hell and not nearly drunk as I should be.
This has turned into something way longer than it was intended to be.
Andrew is funny when he's drunk.
There are pictures on Ramiro's site.
Zeebs and Pauly are true blue, for allowing me to experience my two worlds (school and social) colliding for a brief, shining (although, as you can see by the rant, not really) moment. Next time I have a brilliant idea to do ANYTHING, I'm going to go completely against everything my gut tells me and listen to Zeebs. Because if I'd just done that in the first place... well... let's say she was right. But don't rub it in. George didn't. And you know that if George can be nice about something and say something like "sometimes emotions make people do stupid things", then everyone else has gotta be nice about it too. It's just one of those things. Because George usually tells it like it is. (Ok. Two admissions. Don't rub it in.)
I love you all. But that's mainly 'cause I'm drunk.
Last Pub was good. (Rosey Retrospection: the act of recalling mildly pleasant events more favourably than they were experienced. Unpleasant or boring aspects are minimized in recall, the high points remembered. "With any positive experience, some of the pleasure resides in the anticipation, some in the actual experience, and some in the rosey retrospection." (Myers & Spencer, 2004) Good music. Everyone was there. Actually, there was kind of an excess of people. I could've done without some of them. Might've made rosey retrospection less necessary.
"We also revise our recollections of other people as our relationships with them change... had university students rate their steady dating partners. Two months later, they rated them again. Students who were more in love than ever had a tendency to recall love at first sight. Those who had broken up were more likely to recall having recognized their partner as somewhat selfish and bad-tempered." (McFarland & Ross, as quoted in Myers & Spencer, 2004) Yes, hindsight is 20/20. Actually, it's more like 30/20. I know everything now that I should've known going in yesterday. For example, my upbeat attitude on the car-ride to the bus stop on the way to school should've signalled to me that something unmistakeably and unbelievably shitty was bound to happen to offset the happiness I was experiencing. And after I walked out of my stats test (that I hadn't studied for) thinking I just MAY have passed, I should've known that if I didn't get hit by a mack truck that night - something wasn't right with the universe. Life is never that kind. Not to me, anyway. Bad usually follows good, in twice the proportion.
So, the mack truck didn't come. But an equally heavy load did fall... and Gosh-be-darned it only just barely missed my toes. Which leaves me thinking that there's more to come... that it somehow isn't over yet. (Plus, drunken emails in the middle of the night are never really a way to END things, are they?)
All's I know is that I've never disliked a girl so vehemently in my life before without even having met her. I think the fact that she was pretty made it that much worse. And if I'd bothered to say hi, she probably would've turned out to be really nice too. And now I wouldn't have anything left to hate her about, except that she won.
And I've also never known that it was possible to feel completely sad and completely mad and completely stupid and completely reminiscent and completely surprised and confused and speechless and like you wanna scream and like you should be thinking about other stuff and like you really like this song... all at the same time. So... I learned something?
Listen, the short and short of it is, that if I'd been able to get the tequila bottle out of my damned closet without knocking something over and waking my parents up in the process when I got home, I'd STILL be recovering from a hangover and this rant never would have happened. Or at least would've been delayed by 12 hours. And by that time, I would've killed a sufficient number of brain cells to not be able to recall what the issue was anymore. But, as usual, your parents find ways to screw you to the detriment of your mental health without even really trying, and here I am... pissed as hell and not nearly drunk as I should be.
This has turned into something way longer than it was intended to be.
Andrew is funny when he's drunk.
There are pictures on Ramiro's site.
Zeebs and Pauly are true blue, for allowing me to experience my two worlds (school and social) colliding for a brief, shining (although, as you can see by the rant, not really) moment. Next time I have a brilliant idea to do ANYTHING, I'm going to go completely against everything my gut tells me and listen to Zeebs. Because if I'd just done that in the first place... well... let's say she was right. But don't rub it in. George didn't. And you know that if George can be nice about something and say something like "sometimes emotions make people do stupid things", then everyone else has gotta be nice about it too. It's just one of those things. Because George usually tells it like it is. (Ok. Two admissions. Don't rub it in.)
I love you all. But that's mainly 'cause I'm drunk.
posted by captain obvious at 2:43 a.m.
1 Comments:
Cheer up bud. Look outside, the world is yours to conquer! Well, at least the weather is nice.
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