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Changing the facts
I remember, years ago, going out with a friend of mine, and afterwards, as we walked back to his place, we were singing a number of songs and really enjoying it. I slept on his sofa, and the next day I remarked how much fun it had been singing as we walked along the road, and he could not remember. How much enjoyment in life has been forgotten like that?
“Remember when we went to see that band play at wherever it was? Best night ever! Can’t remember a thing!“ I’ve heard this so many times. What’s the fucking point.
ElizabethofYork
Innit. And they talk over each other and interrupt each other and talk in this insistent manner that demands some extra degree of agreement cos anything subtle isn’t noticed. And get stuck on catch phrases, like a woman the other night who kept saying “WHATEVERRRR!!” at everything anyone said, and also at everything she herself was saying too.
I do drink, and sometimes I still get buzzed but since those kids mocked us in the street I’ve developed a firm objective view of my own drunken behaviour. I saw us through their eyes and it really curbed my own excesses.