Calm Like a Bomb

The days are long, but once it's over, and you actually look at it, you wonder where it went. It went by so fast. You realize that you could have gotten so much done, how you forgot to do a few things. But sometimes, you can't help but sit and stare at your computer screen and think about things. About people. About this upcoming weekend, and how you're dreading and hopeful for it all at the same time.

You play out every possible conversations that could happen. Trying to think about how you will react if someone brings some things up. Every possible scenario is played out. You totally got this.

But what if something unexpected happens? You can't know everything. Something different can be said.

What if people act weird? Some things are out in the open now, they can't be taken back. People drink, they say things that they shouldn't. Other people just like to cause some drama, because it's exciting to watch people  flounder about and flop.

Everything can change in a heartbeat. The people you hold dearest to you can disappear. Everything you've worked for can be gone. One word. One action. Everything. Gone.

What would you do if everything around you was about to come crumbling down?

Would you run away like a bitch?

Or would you stay and fight like a hero?

Ten seconds....

Settle Down

I have a horrible memory. Seriously, just horrible. I honestly sometimes forget what I did two days ago. So when it comes to me and drinking, it's even worse. I don't even have to get that drunk and have close to no recollection of what happened.

I'm going through one of those times right now. We drank on Sunday for the Superbowl, and I know that LB and I ended up having a heart to heart of some sort. I remember bits and pieces of what was said, but not the full thing.

I also remember going outside with his coworker and trying to explain to her that no, nothing was going on between us. I've just known him the longest out of everyone out of the group, that's how I met them all, and we have a connection. We talk to each other. That was awkward. So was the conversation about how we both like girls, because we don't necessarily focus on sex but the connection.

But what was said....

I do know that he let me steal his toque. I win!