The mind of a drunk.

I woke up one morning years ago to find this, I wrote it while I was intoxicated. I have no recollection of writing it. I find it hilarious.

It is funny when you think about your life from as far back as you can remember to the place you are now.
What have you done with your life, have you made any life changing things, have you found your place In this world or have you found that someone that makes your life whole and you lose the need for looking for your other half. When I think about finding that person I always think about the Greek Gods. Zeus made a creature that had four arms, four legs and two heads. But he started to fear this creature so he split them in half so that they would spend their entire lives looking for each other. Is that what life is, to find that person so you can become whole again. I like this story. But It Is also frustrating to think, what If we never find this person, will we go through our whole life knowing that there Is a piece of us missing. Maybe our other half has been lost and that our chances of finding that someone has dropped to zero because that half has left this earth and now we are stuck searching for something that Isn’t there anymore and that we are left here to walk this life alone.
I sit wondering In the darkness of my room which I find Is the best time to think of life as Its quiet and the only sound I hear Is my heartbeat, What am I doing with my life. People around me are living there lives and are content with It. But I look at their lives as a depressing existence, one that would not suit me. I am stuck with two thoughts that seem to jump at me every day, do I close the book or do I turn to a new chapter. I am pushing myself to see what the new chapter will hold for me. There are endless possibilities around the next corner. You only have to push yourself to look around it. I do try to look on the bright side of things and to try and be happy that there’s still air going In and out of me and I still have enough life in me to keep living. But the people that were in the same place as me in life have leapt out of the wagon and I’m the only one still In It. I have to decide whether to jump out and join them or push on and keep moving to see what new experiences life will throw at me. I do my best to keep moving. I like not knowing what life Is about to throw at me next. If you know how your life is going to turn out what’s the point, it takes all the fun out of it. But am I destined to walk this life alone as I never can find a person to suit me. I don’t mean this to sound sad. If I do have to be alone I will make the best out of this life and live it to the fullest. I think of myself as a sort of story teller and I haven’t a notion of stopping experiencing fun and sometimes out of this world times and to stop telling them.
But I have been going nonstop for a while now, never stopping for a break or thinking where I’m going. I was walking and looking ahead to my destination. Then my feet stopped moving and seem to have got stuck and the view of my destination became blurred and disappeared. Now I’m stuck in a black hole and the only lights I see are from the stars above me. I’m stuck walking around in a circle that isn’t going anywhere and I wonder when this time of mine that I’m wasting will ever end. Because this time wasted is slowly killing me.
I need an escape ladder and a hand to pull me out of this prison. I hold my hands up but no-one is reaching down to me to get me out. But I’ve time to think; there is no-one that can help me but myself. Count only on yourself because having to count on others to help you only hurts when they don’t come through for you. It’s easier to go on without the help of others and to make your own choices in life.

Reviews

[Haimaii]

Not sure if this is the good kind of drunk or the bad one. For a drunk person, definitely not bad.

[Lykos]

To be honest, I wouldn't even try to understand myself when I'm drunk. There sober me and drunk me, two very different people.