My flatmate had his birthday today and boy - did it turn into dramas.
You know when you get too drunk and you get emotional and stuff just all sucks and you snap?
Yeah.
This is why I don't organise my own birthdays and why I lost quite a lot of faith in them a long time ago. For me, my birthdays have more-often-than-not sucked in some way. The turning point came when I stopped hyping them and actually said "fuck it, I'm going to enjoy this day by myself and just do what I want to do".
That was my 22nd birthday. I slept in, had a good breakfast, went book shopping, had a nice lunch, saw a movie in Gold Class with a glass of wine and deluxe icecream - all by myself, and it was awesome.
Each year since I've avoided plans. I just let what will be, be. My awesome friends take care of anything that might need planning and I just go with the flow. Sometimes it backfires, but mostly it's led me to have some absolutely amazing birthdays.
But back to my flatmate and his sucky night...
A friend of mine pointed out that nearly everyone has done things they regret while they're drunk - that almost everyone who drinks has made a drunken fool out of themselves at one point or another and that really, the best course is to write it off on too much alcohol and put it behind you - because when it comes to your own turn, you're going to hope your friends extend a certain amount of leniency.
That's not to say you can't discuss what happened - I wasn't offended by anything said or done so for the most part all I have to do is not make fun of him and help him recover his memory - but I thought it was very sage advice. My friend is right - the stupid things we do while we're drunk should be forgotten fairly quickly and friends quick to forgive.
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