Enough
When do you know that you're standing on the ledge, peering over the abyss?
1) When you're puking on your shoes as the taxi driver watches sympathetically, getting out of his car to get you water to clean the vomit off?
2) When you're chain-smoking menthols with two of your best friends and about 10 random One Rochester employees?
3) When you actually - for a minute - wonder if you wouldn't mind 'getting to know' that interested barman?
4) When you don't stop drinking just because the wine keeps appearing, courtesy of a few bored ex-colleagues?
5) When you start crying over your 6th glass of lychee wine, just because?
6) When you spend the whole day talking about God, and thinking about God, and promising to pray for each other....and then somehow end up hunched over a toilet bowl throwing up your spicey potatoes while your "accountability partner" (hah!) hovers outside asking if you're ok?
7) Or when you half-facetiously ask your younger fellow intern "why do i do this to myself?", and she - of the wide-eyed dopey punk rocker youthfulness - she looks at your puffy hungover eyes, and simply and wisely asks "Escapism?"? And in that moment you realise that you've become the cliche you swore you would never be.
Enough. Enough now.
1) When you're puking on your shoes as the taxi driver watches sympathetically, getting out of his car to get you water to clean the vomit off?
2) When you're chain-smoking menthols with two of your best friends and about 10 random One Rochester employees?
3) When you actually - for a minute - wonder if you wouldn't mind 'getting to know' that interested barman?
4) When you don't stop drinking just because the wine keeps appearing, courtesy of a few bored ex-colleagues?
5) When you start crying over your 6th glass of lychee wine, just because?
6) When you spend the whole day talking about God, and thinking about God, and promising to pray for each other....and then somehow end up hunched over a toilet bowl throwing up your spicey potatoes while your "accountability partner" (hah!) hovers outside asking if you're ok?
7) Or when you half-facetiously ask your younger fellow intern "why do i do this to myself?", and she - of the wide-eyed dopey punk rocker youthfulness - she looks at your puffy hungover eyes, and simply and wisely asks "Escapism?"? And in that moment you realise that you've become the cliche you swore you would never be.
Enough. Enough now.
dont be so hard on urself babe!-j
Posted by
*me |
9:10 AM
why u remove ur tagboard? btw is there suppose to be a class thing dis fri? don't drink long island! haha
Posted by
yax |
8:03 PM
no more tagboard cos i rather people comment. btw, anyone can comment now, dun need a blogger account!
Posted by
chang! |
8:38 PM
"she - of the wide-eyed dopey punk rocker youthfulness"
eh prease, dont pigeonhole people can.XD
anyway, that's what cliches are for. and obviously, everyone faces different situations.
ur dopey intern friend Dani.
Posted by
Danie |
11:56 PM
FOUR adjectives is not pigeon-holing ok! lol. and pls update! i am tired of seeing those pink and pickled baby pandas.
Posted by
chang! |
11:59 PM
hey... dunno what's going on, even though i sit like three metres away from you, but you sound like you're going thru something i just got out of. take heart - or just take time to smell the shit that life sometimes is. :) keep your chin up!
Posted by
zyn |
9:22 AM