I think, “That’s a crock of shit invented by people who don’t take responsibility for their actions. Alcohol doesn’t make you an asshole. Being an asshole makes you an asshole. See also: whore.”
Harsh. and fair.
Sideways, by Citizen Cope just came up on my shuffle. Years ago at a small studio in apartment in West Village I sat with a boy, drinking wine on his large couch, while this song played in the background. I remember thinking ” these feelings won’t go away..” but they did.
It’s sort of depressing if you think about. Caring about someone so much, and with time, and I don’t know, life, feelings going away.
I looked at him one afternoon on the Commerce and Bedford, a beautiful block that could make anyone fall in love/lust/like, and I just didn’t feel it anymore.
Maybe something happened in my sleep, but sometimes when you realize someone just isn’t worth it, you snap out of it and move on.