Photodump RECKLESS IMPRUDENCE

Like how reckless can imprudence be?

Honestly I miss the days when I drink and drink too much that I end up in a public bathroom barfing the breakfast I had and a pinch of dinner I took prior to a night of recklessness. I miss the days when I wake up with my cheeks on the toilet seat of some newly acquainted person’s bathroom or crying my heart out while pounding my fists on the bathroom floor due to depression. I miss the days when I mistook canals of Taft as my bed and that my friends carry me to a taxi cab while bring along plastic bags just in case I make a mess. I miss waking up early despite the headache and entering class an hour after it started. I miss cutting classes to go elsewhere (QC most likely) and then drinking until it’s morning again.

Don’t take it the wrong way, I was not that delinquent like other people I know. But those were the cherries on top of my friends’ drinking nights because I was barfing and sleeping queen of the round table. :) That’s why those are just so memorable. But seriously I don’t drink that often before…OR I DO! hahaha

I just miss the days when there is less to think about. Not that I’m saying that I have so many on my hands right now. It’s just that I feel that it’s really different to drink with people you work with compared to people you barely know or that you’ve known for years.

I just felt that I am more responsible now at drinking. Not that it’s a bad thing, but it just felt to me that I gave up bad habits way too earlier than some people did. And come to think of it, I cannot really behave the way I do before knowing that the next day, the person I’ll be working with may have tendencies to escalate me to an HR or something. Plus, we don’t want messy controversies, especially if it concerns much of our behavior.

I just do miss the days when I was reckless and imprudent. Although the next day would be the outbreak of headaches and muscle pains, it just feels so good to let go and be alive, to break free and let loose, to have no inhibitions and just be!

Maybe I was just born a bad girl that somehow I have learned to trim my horns down. But sometimes I can’t help if it itches to grow.

Yet still, there is reputation to uphold. I live in a new world now. A more cynical one. And if I let loose, I may be the first one TO BE LET GO.

I wouldn’t want that, of course. Who would?

I feel old.

HAHA :D