It's Christmas day 2007. I'm drunk. Not really, really drunk, as that requires way more alcohol than a single, unemployed 20 year old can get their mitts on, but drunk enough.
I was spending my night not down the pub, or at a family gathering, but online, with a few forum mates. My posts looked like I was trying to prove the 100 monkeys with 100 typewriters theory but could only rustle up one blind monkey and half a keyboard.
Later that night my now fiance (who was one of the forum mates and at the time 200 miles away) suggested that we have a relationship, so in a way that was my last night of stupid, single fun. I was flirting with everything that posted, and I (in my words) "luv evfrty onre".
Yes, well. Everybody is entitled to a bit of drunken laughs right? It'll be gone in the morning, and that'll be that.
Not... quite. I googled myself. That quote up there was on page one.
I'm not going to lecture on behaving yourself. Quite the opposite. How lovely it is to suddenly be reminded of the person you used to be, how far you've come.
And how much of a wakeup call to see what you've lost.
And how much of a wakeup call to see what you've lost.
I used to be a nicer person, less cynical and twisted. There's still time for me to get back to that.
I won't be throwing out all my bile though, I have to keep a little just incase I ever meet Piers Morgan.
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