I am a happy drunk……mostly. In fact the only time I’ve ever cried drunk was alone and earlier this week with Brad. Mostly I am over the top happy and spirited and loving….. too loving I’ve been told. Lol
One time I was out with Aaron at his local watering hole. He was well known there and not particularly liked. A woman came up to me to warn me about him. I explained that I had known him 20 years and that as tough and surly as he seemed he was completely harmless…unless you took into account his mean barbs. We both laughed.
Then she just stood and stared at me. I looked at her with an open heart, not wanting anything from her…just waiting for her to direct our exchange. Her look softened and her eyes started to tear and she told me that the only other person that had ever looked at her that lovingly was her grandmother. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t find the words. I just kept holding her gaze….both of us a bit unsure how to proceed.
She then told me I was too good for him. I agreed and we laughed and kept drinking. She and I never spoke again.
I want to be the person I am when all my guards are down. I want to be completely love drunk while absolutely sober.
That’s the goal.
That is the goal.