I don’t think anybody has ever made me as angry as he did. I am overall a calm person with an “I’ll get over it” attitude to everything so when I recall my friends saying “breath, just breath” and “no more alcohol for you”, I know the emotions that surged through my veins on that night were definitely of the alien kind. I don’t recall feeling so humiliated, so low, and so angry that nothing could stop me from doing the stupidest of things; so what did I do? I kissed another guy. A hot guy who was well aware of his good looks. A hot guy who would normally repulse me because his ego was of equal size to his muscles. I kissed him for the same reason that I was angry with The Dick. Because The Dick was holding another girl, kissing another girl and being sweet, funny and cute to another girl, moments after he did so to me. Moments after we hugged. Moments after we kissed. I was so angry. And now I’m curious.
Why did he feel the need to flaunt his arseholeness? Why did he bother to apologise at the beginning of the night for the week that passed when he would do much worse later on that night? Why did he kiss her on the balcony where I, along with my friends would have prime view of his misdemeanour? Had he seen me do something mildly incriminating or is he just an arsehole of a dick by nature?
In other news, you know your family has little shame when you wake up to hear someone say:
- “I was busting to go to the toilet this morning and on the way, I sneezed and peed my pants”
It is always nice to wake up to the sound of someone testifying to a weak bladder. It is much nicer when that someone is a family member. Hopefully such shamelessness is not hereditary but judging from what is written above – alcoholism, temperament issues and vengeful stupidity – I have greater things to be concerned about.