Well, this self-diagnosis seems to be working, I feel a bit better. Could be the half-pint of rum in my bloodstream as well of course.
My labeling of Cecilie's siblings, as egocentric bastards basically, could undisputedly be applied to myself from many people's point of view.
At my brothers 20 year birthday party, on the 31st august this year, His friends were... well, not very good friends.
And they got to hear it from me. I went into a weird, half-drunken state of army-sergeant-dom. I actually screamed into the face of on of them, standing all of 5 centimeters from him. Not at all like me. He deserved it, fear not. It was just a new, hitherto undiscovered side of myself. A highly inebriated boy tried to make moves on my wife, sister, and grabbed my sister's friend's bum. When he came for a drink while I was bartending instead of my brothers "friends", that were supposed to be doing the selfsame thing, I told to bloody well relax, and when he in his drunken state gave me a bit of lip... I pulled him towards me, by the throat. What the hell!? I'm not a violent person, or so I have believed up to now. The boy was being a moron, then again, he was very drunk.
Again, TO BE CONTINUED!
PS: remember to read this in reverse order... might be a bit disorienting otherwise.
My labeling of Cecilie's siblings, as egocentric bastards basically, could undisputedly be applied to myself from many people's point of view.
At my brothers 20 year birthday party, on the 31st august this year, His friends were... well, not very good friends.
And they got to hear it from me. I went into a weird, half-drunken state of army-sergeant-dom. I actually screamed into the face of on of them, standing all of 5 centimeters from him. Not at all like me. He deserved it, fear not. It was just a new, hitherto undiscovered side of myself. A highly inebriated boy tried to make moves on my wife, sister, and grabbed my sister's friend's bum. When he came for a drink while I was bartending instead of my brothers "friends", that were supposed to be doing the selfsame thing, I told to bloody well relax, and when he in his drunken state gave me a bit of lip... I pulled him towards me, by the throat. What the hell!? I'm not a violent person, or so I have believed up to now. The boy was being a moron, then again, he was very drunk.
Again, TO BE CONTINUED!
PS: remember to read this in reverse order... might be a bit disorienting otherwise.
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