Standards

I was told that I was acting very weird this morning. To top it off, "DAMN" was used to emphasize the particular degree of my weirdness. I don't mind these remarks and usually revel in them. However, I'm a bit more than annoyed.

It started with remarks presuming my being hungover today from yet another bout of unrestrained boozing. After the second swat of the allegations, it dawned on me that there exists a mental profile of me being a habitual booze-master. As I do enjoy my drinks with a certain passion, I am far from the daily lush. As it continued, I got the impression that I was being judged by a "I go near the fence but wouldn't dare touch it nor climb over it" person. In other words, a fucking talker and an err-on-the-safe-side person.

Grrrrr....I dislike these hide-behind-conservative-values folks who live vicariously through others' exploits and adventures while covertly wishing they had an ounce of moxie but overtly showing disdain and criticism. The top blew when it was asked "r u ok today? u wanna talk?"

Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they're concerned. Maybe I am a lush.

Uh...fuck no. I have fun the way I like it. I'll apologize if it hurts anyone or anything. And thinking back on this person, I haven't judged them at all for the stupid shit they've done. Frankly, they should be the last to judge given their current state of flux. Hell, a drink or five would probably help them to see shit better and to express themselves.

Wanker.