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no, this is not a daleychamp thread. it's going to be a wall of text with some funny stuff, some crazy stuff and some serious stuff on it.
I have been a party animal my entire adult life, since my late teens. and it's fun. but in the last few months I'm having a mid 20's crisis. I feel like shit for days after heavy drinking, both physically and mentally. I have finally taken things seriously in the studies/professional field and I also am changing my mentality on human relations. I grew sick of being mad at someone the whole time, I started being more positive, nicer to others, admitting my errors and apologizing to the people I wronged in the past years. the next logical step seems a healthy, stable relationship with a girl. something I have not been all that interested in until recently and that I have no clue about, honestly.
so that brings us to the last weekend, which was really crazy. these are the parts I remember:
last thursday, a really good friend of mine(a complete degenerate that can't stop smoking, drinking, gambling, whoring and doing cocaine but is also a really good guy) dragged me to party with him. I got lost after getting drunk, met some romanian dude and we both went after ukrainian sluts. the romanian guy got in a fight with some other eastern european guy and fucking Franklin-Quarry'd him, then run away. the other guy layed unconscious for like 10 minutes in the middle of the street until the ambulance arrived. it was scary as fuck, we thought for a moment he was dead from slamming his head on the ground. I was lucky my friends appeared during that time and I kept drinking with them until 1p.m. of the next day. I run out of money at around sunrise but somehow I kept drinking and eating the whole time. I left them in the bar and went home.
slept until 7p.m, when I got a phone call from other friends who were doing a house party. I went on zombie mode to the guy's house and felt good again after a few beers. we went to the same place of the day before, in a bus packed of drunks from my town, all singing and with more smoke in there than Nick Diaz's house. we partied all night and went home again. I don't remember much of that night.
the third day I got up, drunk like 10 litres of water and went back to the bars. got lost again and ended up in the eastern europeans' bar again. I asked about the thursday KOed guy and they told me he was OK. lots of hot chicks there. at one point one came to me and I said her we should go somewhere and fuck. she told me the guy next to me was her boyfriend, I looked and the guy was giving me a prime Crocop type staredown. I told her wtf she was doing grabbing my junk and licking my neck 1 meter away from her boyfriend but she kept coming at me so I had to leave the bar because I didn't want to get killed by some guy that looks like Ronda's coach. I remembered the romanian guy from the thursday night telling me eastern european chicks like money above everything else and that usually western european guys have more money than eastern europeans. seems like he was right. I went home anyway, because that place wasn't looking so safe and I had no clue were my friends were.
sunday morning I got up, drunk a barrel of water watching the UFC fights from the night before and...the guys from the friday night called me again. I had no money but I went anyway. then the interesting stuff started. I was sober late night in a bar for the first time in years, feeling bored around drunks and I somehow ended talking with a sweet, cute chick that was also sober. talked for hours and she ended up telling me some really disturbing stories about how her exboyfriend used to beat her up. she asked me if I don't like drinking either and for some reason I was brutally honest and told her I would be the drunkest guy in the bar if I hadn't drunk all the money I had the 3 nights before that. a really long, honest and sensitive conversation about feelings, relationships, bad choices and all that followed(something I never do, specially with girls I'm interested in) and we ended up hugging and kissing in a really emotional way. I didn't even try to have sex with her because I felt like it wasn't the right moment for that and didn't want to treat her like the random bitches from the days before.
I'm really confused now, like a KKK member that discovered his grandpa was black. I don't know what to do. maybe I was that way all the time and all my friends(some of them really close friends who have helped me whenever I needed) have been a bad influence since I was 16. maybe starting a relationship with her would help me complete the changes I was having in my life lately, changes I was liking. and I like her too, but who knows how she will react when she knows more about my last few years history. and I have never being in a long term relationship, specially with that type of girl. maybe I should say fuck all this and drink until it's all forgotten. or try and fail and learn something from it for the next one.
I have been a party animal my entire adult life, since my late teens. and it's fun. but in the last few months I'm having a mid 20's crisis. I feel like shit for days after heavy drinking, both physically and mentally. I have finally taken things seriously in the studies/professional field and I also am changing my mentality on human relations. I grew sick of being mad at someone the whole time, I started being more positive, nicer to others, admitting my errors and apologizing to the people I wronged in the past years. the next logical step seems a healthy, stable relationship with a girl. something I have not been all that interested in until recently and that I have no clue about, honestly.
so that brings us to the last weekend, which was really crazy. these are the parts I remember:
last thursday, a really good friend of mine(a complete degenerate that can't stop smoking, drinking, gambling, whoring and doing cocaine but is also a really good guy) dragged me to party with him. I got lost after getting drunk, met some romanian dude and we both went after ukrainian sluts. the romanian guy got in a fight with some other eastern european guy and fucking Franklin-Quarry'd him, then run away. the other guy layed unconscious for like 10 minutes in the middle of the street until the ambulance arrived. it was scary as fuck, we thought for a moment he was dead from slamming his head on the ground. I was lucky my friends appeared during that time and I kept drinking with them until 1p.m. of the next day. I run out of money at around sunrise but somehow I kept drinking and eating the whole time. I left them in the bar and went home.
slept until 7p.m, when I got a phone call from other friends who were doing a house party. I went on zombie mode to the guy's house and felt good again after a few beers. we went to the same place of the day before, in a bus packed of drunks from my town, all singing and with more smoke in there than Nick Diaz's house. we partied all night and went home again. I don't remember much of that night.
the third day I got up, drunk like 10 litres of water and went back to the bars. got lost again and ended up in the eastern europeans' bar again. I asked about the thursday KOed guy and they told me he was OK. lots of hot chicks there. at one point one came to me and I said her we should go somewhere and fuck. she told me the guy next to me was her boyfriend, I looked and the guy was giving me a prime Crocop type staredown. I told her wtf she was doing grabbing my junk and licking my neck 1 meter away from her boyfriend but she kept coming at me so I had to leave the bar because I didn't want to get killed by some guy that looks like Ronda's coach. I remembered the romanian guy from the thursday night telling me eastern european chicks like money above everything else and that usually western european guys have more money than eastern europeans. seems like he was right. I went home anyway, because that place wasn't looking so safe and I had no clue were my friends were.
sunday morning I got up, drunk a barrel of water watching the UFC fights from the night before and...the guys from the friday night called me again. I had no money but I went anyway. then the interesting stuff started. I was sober late night in a bar for the first time in years, feeling bored around drunks and I somehow ended talking with a sweet, cute chick that was also sober. talked for hours and she ended up telling me some really disturbing stories about how her exboyfriend used to beat her up. she asked me if I don't like drinking either and for some reason I was brutally honest and told her I would be the drunkest guy in the bar if I hadn't drunk all the money I had the 3 nights before that. a really long, honest and sensitive conversation about feelings, relationships, bad choices and all that followed(something I never do, specially with girls I'm interested in) and we ended up hugging and kissing in a really emotional way. I didn't even try to have sex with her because I felt like it wasn't the right moment for that and didn't want to treat her like the random bitches from the days before.
I'm really confused now, like a KKK member that discovered his grandpa was black. I don't know what to do. maybe I was that way all the time and all my friends(some of them really close friends who have helped me whenever I needed) have been a bad influence since I was 16. maybe starting a relationship with her would help me complete the changes I was having in my life lately, changes I was liking. and I like her too, but who knows how she will react when she knows more about my last few years history. and I have never being in a long term relationship, specially with that type of girl. maybe I should say fuck all this and drink until it's all forgotten. or try and fail and learn something from it for the next one.
