After seeing David the Counselor yesterday, I've been left wondering something, but I wasn't really sure what it was. Here goes, diary:
When did I loose interest in classes?
I think it was around my birthday. Ok, time to be honest. It was the thurday before my birthday. I got very drunk and I made a complete ass of myself in a nice restaurant. I am still embarrassed by my behaviour. I don't know what I was thinking.
It was Jim's "I Quit!" party in the SUB. Jim was a great guy, and fun to work with. We had drinks for his going away party. It was a lovely catered affair in a defunct nightclub. There were a lot of disgruntled people there, and we drank up a storm ("Mai Tai" anyone?). We all drank. At some point around 8pm, I decided that I had to leave. Too much booze, to many bad memories, to much bitterness about to spew forth.
Beligerence, it's your friend.
Then, as I was on the bus on the way home, I got the brilliant idea to call some friends and go for more drinks. I don't remember much more of the night, other than what people have told me.
I made a complete ass of myself. That's bad. I was apparently very loud and rude, and scared some people out of the lovely restaurant. The waiter nearly kicked us out.
Every time I hear about it, I feel a little more embarrassed. Maybe by admitting to it here, I can start to get over it. After all, that happened nearly two months ago.
I think that may have triggered some depression. That sucks. I also think have a problem with alcohol. That really sucks. I wish I had caught the depression a little earlier. It wouldn't have hurt so much.