Inebriation

Alcohol obviously affects the brain, as do many other chemicals. One becomes intoxicated. The brain will have strange, weird thoughts. One will do strange, weird things. One can make bad moral choices, depending on one's morals. In the meantime, what does the soul do? Does it sit back and think "Christ, not this shit again"? Or is the soul wasted too? Can one have a drunken soul? Does the soul think "Fuck it. Who cares?" Maybe philosophers should investigate these deeper questions.

Entertainment

I sometimes wonder if there are enough distractions to help me escape what is going on inside of my head.

My fault...again

It's one of those evenings where one wants to hold a golf club aloft in the storm and pray for lightning.

Business as usual

I take the blows. I take the cheap shots. I don't respond. That may be a mistake. I don't know any other way to live.

Kindred spirit

"I'm going to drink his blood," he said. "I'm going to chew up his heart and spit it into the gutter for the dogs to raise a leg at. I'm going to peel the skin off him and rip out his veins and hang him with them." He sat in the chair, his fists clenching and unclenching, his eyes glaring at her. He snatched up the coffee cup and hurled it. It caromed off the refrigerator and shattered on the edge of the sink, then sprayed onto the floor. -The Hunter by Richard Stark

The day after

"What's wrong?"
"I'm a little hung over."
"Why? What happened?"
"Nothing special. It was just a bad evening."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I have lots of bad evenings."

Next scene

"I don't understand you."
"I'm mildly sorry about that. On the other hand, the inside of my mind is not a pretty place. You shouldn't go there."

Now I get it

Pity to those who suffer the self righteousness of those whose take masochistic pleasure in self denial and proclaim it as the joy of simplicity. Like it makes a fucking difference once you're dead.