Thursday, June 14, 2012

Anxiety and how I wish I wasn't as smart as I am

I have the opportunity to go to a friend's parent-less house next weekend and drink and probably get smashed. Sounds like a no-brainer, easy decision, right? Of course it isn't. That side of my life has been lacking and it's about time I do something about it. But I have some obstacles.

First, what do I tell my parents? I have drank at but never slept over at this person's house before. We are friends and hang out often, but telling my parents I will sleep over may raise some 52-year-old eyebrows. Or not. We'll see.

How do I pull this off? Do I tell them I'm sleeping over at T's house? Do I tell them I'm going and tell them at the last minutes (while intoxicated) that I'm sleeping over? I'll probably either forget or make glaring spelling errors that give away my inebriation. I don't know what do do about this.

Second, this will happen while my friend's parents are away and unaware of these activities in their house. I don't have complete faith in this friend to cover all our tracks and we could get in huge trouble for this. Not that I really care about consequences, but I do, and there's nothing to be gained from getting in trouble. On second thought, my paranoid and delusional mother will probably make my life a living hell over a little alcohol. Fuck her.

Of course, I could go over, have a couple drinks, wait it out, and drive home at 3am. That's the idea, and that's probably what I'm going to end up doing. But peer pressure is a funny thing with us guys, and I'm still subject to trouble if my friend doesn't cover his tracks.

It's things like these that make me wish I'm not as smart as I am. This decision should be a no-brainer. If only it could be one for me.








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