Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Tex perkins - Fine mess

mfp
Why is it that when I'm drunk, I understand everything perfectly, but am unable to express it? And why is it that when I'm sober, I understand everything, but I'm unwilling to explain it?

Ahh, the trials and tribulations of an alcoholic who thinks he knows everything. Truly pitiful.

The truth is, I know a lot. But it's far from everything. In fact, the more I learn, the more I realise I don't know. And the more I know, the more I realise that most people don't WANT to know.
Why? Because reality is harsh. Harsh, like raw alcohol on a skinned knee. Harsh, like something that makes you flinch when it's mentioned.
What can you do? Once you know things, you can't very well pretend you're ignorant, anymore. It's like learning to count - you can't look at anything without counting it, ever again.

And there's not many people who know what *I* know. 'cause generally, I don't tell people. There's only one person who knows when I started to question everything, and he....well...we don't speak anymore. And over a girl, of all things :P

Funnily enough, there's only one person who's stuck with me since then. A man who's been my mentor, my friend and my enemy.... But I'll always be indebted to him, for all the lessons he's taught me over the years. Here's to you, Wolfie - like it or not, you're partly responsible for the person I am today.

HA!