I'm sorry for what I said when I was drunk....except, I'm not.
"I love you."
"I miss youuuuu."
"I want you."
"Call me. Text me. Pleaseeeeee."
Ah the power of the drunk text. I've had friends who use it as a way to further reinforce what they've already said when sober. Further reinforcing meaning to hammer home a point so much the other person eventually agrees/acquiesces. Of course when the light of day hits it's always "oh no, I didn't mean any of that, I was drunk". Last time I checked being intoxicated doesn't cause pathological lying - #truthserum, but nice try ladies.
For me it's always been the moment when the walls creep down and the vulnerability shines through. "I MISS YOU" seems so casual and blase when said after a few drinks, when said sober it sounds so emotional and needy (it's not). During the day I'm strong, independent, miss no one, need no one, then 2 martini's in it's WHERE ARE YOU?! I NEED A HUG, I MISS YOUUUU.
Last night I was at a concert and noticed everyone on their phones at one point or another. I couldn't help but wonder how many of them were sending those ubiquitous texts, how many of them would get what they wanted, who would get shot down, who would try again another night, and how most would deny deny deny the next morning. It's a shame really that alcohol is the origin of so many emotional conversations, that a few drinks in people finally get the courage to say the thing they've been thinking all day...week...month. It's a shame that people can't just say what they mean and mean what they say without fear of judgement, embarrassment, or ridicule. I once told someone I missed them and they didn't speak to me for 3 days. Ouch.
In Dallas I had a ton of friends, my social calendar was packed. There were happy hours and dinners 7 nights a week. After I left I took time alone - time to figure out who I wished I could still see and speak to, who brought something to my life that was unique and rare. It turns out I could count them on two hands.
There are those people I've met that I just click with, it's as if I've known them my entire life. I don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything....Hopefully these are the people that when I text "I miss you", they take it as a compliment that in the moments when my brain can't function properly they were the person on my mind (compliment might be a bit of a stretch, but hey, a girl can dream).
We all need A glass (bottle) of wine every so often, so by all means - drink up. Text people. Tell them how you feel. But don't apologize the next morning. Don't apologize for your truth.
"I miss youuuuu."
"I want you."
"Call me. Text me. Pleaseeeeee."
Ah the power of the drunk text. I've had friends who use it as a way to further reinforce what they've already said when sober. Further reinforcing meaning to hammer home a point so much the other person eventually agrees/acquiesces. Of course when the light of day hits it's always "oh no, I didn't mean any of that, I was drunk". Last time I checked being intoxicated doesn't cause pathological lying - #truthserum, but nice try ladies.
For me it's always been the moment when the walls creep down and the vulnerability shines through. "I MISS YOU" seems so casual and blase when said after a few drinks, when said sober it sounds so emotional and needy (it's not). During the day I'm strong, independent, miss no one, need no one, then 2 martini's in it's WHERE ARE YOU?! I NEED A HUG, I MISS YOUUUU.
Last night I was at a concert and noticed everyone on their phones at one point or another. I couldn't help but wonder how many of them were sending those ubiquitous texts, how many of them would get what they wanted, who would get shot down, who would try again another night, and how most would deny deny deny the next morning. It's a shame really that alcohol is the origin of so many emotional conversations, that a few drinks in people finally get the courage to say the thing they've been thinking all day...week...month. It's a shame that people can't just say what they mean and mean what they say without fear of judgement, embarrassment, or ridicule. I once told someone I missed them and they didn't speak to me for 3 days. Ouch.
In Dallas I had a ton of friends, my social calendar was packed. There were happy hours and dinners 7 nights a week. After I left I took time alone - time to figure out who I wished I could still see and speak to, who brought something to my life that was unique and rare. It turns out I could count them on two hands.
There are those people I've met that I just click with, it's as if I've known them my entire life. I don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything....Hopefully these are the people that when I text "I miss you", they take it as a compliment that in the moments when my brain can't function properly they were the person on my mind (compliment might be a bit of a stretch, but hey, a girl can dream).
We all need A glass (bottle) of wine every so often, so by all means - drink up. Text people. Tell them how you feel. But don't apologize the next morning. Don't apologize for your truth.