“So I’ll stay out all night, get drunk and fuck and fight.”
Every once in a while, for literally about a single day, or maybe two, I get into what I call a self-destruct mode. I’m not sure why that is. No, don’t take that as a suicide cry or any of that nonsense. I just tend to try and over do it. All nighters, too much drinking, too much dancing, and too little thinking.
I mean in all do reality the only destruction is of my sleep, after a couple days I rebound and it’s back to the grind. I’m not sure I even know why I get into these moods. Obviously some times there’s a set off point, but sometimes, I just go. *Shrugs* I’m fighting it… have been for 2 days now. Don’t want to turn into a drooling drunk. :)
I think the point of this blog is to prove that it’s okay for people to have “off days”. To be “depressed”. To go “manic”. For some reason society looks down on people who go into self-destruct mode, even if it’s only for a day or two. I mean, I’m not condoning going on a meth binge and waking up 5 months later . Good god, but everyone needs a crazy time. We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t. I think that’s why I get confused. I mean, it’s great that people care and worry if I’m having a “crappy day”, but seriously, it’s completely normal.
I think I’d honestly be scared if I met someone who was always happy, always content, always okay. I’m not quite sure I’d want to be friends with them… I’m not down with humanoid drones. I’m good. So please. Be yourself. Call it a day.