Monday, March 27, 2006
Life of a miserable drunk
How was everybody's weekend? I had a fine weekend except nothing special occurred. Yep, I was chilling like Magellan. Now about the title of this post, I will explain it to you thoroughly. It's a little puzzling to describe I didn't know what to think about it.
Saturday night, I was just minding my own business when one of the residents -a latino living one room ahead from the right side of the third floor- starts knocking on my door and asked me if I could hang out w/ him. Apparently, the man had been drinking more than was necessary -which was strange because the official prohibit any acoholic beverages. Perhaps he was drinking outside of the building, I don't know. Being the nice person that I am, I relunctantly joined him in a conversation.
It felt awkward. First, the poor man started to give me a hug as if we knew each other for years. Next, he offers me half a liter of soda that was left over, but I refused. Wouldn't you trust someone who is that sedated as he was? Honestly, I didn't want to. Throughout the conversation, the man started to talk about how much he knew about me and how much he wanted to be like me. Why would anyone believe that I actually knew this man when he only sees me combing throughout the hall? I mean, just hearing this made me feel uneasy. After six to eight minutes, I finally manage to live his room, but not w/o him asking me to help him w/ a class he had just dropped. Now, I don't drink or smoke at all. It was a choice I had made for myself, and this account was an exact reminder why I had made that decision.
I'm glad I had gotten this out of my chest or I would've gone crazy. No, not really. It just felt uneasy. Well, that's all for now.