The following is an excerpt from a letter one of my friends wrote to me after some trouble with her boyfriend. Note: although the content is not obscene and has some ideas I feel every highschool kid deals with, this one is not for little kid reading. And some details/names have been changed to protect the innocent. ----------------------------------------------------------------- >why the f*k can't you figure out what you're >thinking/feeling/saying/doing, AND NOT BLAME IT ON BEING DRUNK/ HIGH/ >STONED/SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED The answer is simple and universal. No one wants to admit to and take the blame for their actions. Drunk-high-stoned-frustrated are all post-fact reasons that people use to wash the blame off themselves. The funny thing is that the majority of stupid s**t people do when they're f*ed up isn't because of the chemicals in their head but it's because they can do it and blame the drug (alcohol, hormones, and sleep deprivation included). The hardest thing about being sober isn't the temptation or the solo-ness, but the fact that I have to come to terms with this s**t and take the blame. If I want to get laid I have to hone up to the fact that I consciously took home a fat chick. When I want to get buck-ass naked and jump in the neighbor's pool, I have to raise my hand, I can't hide behind the state-of-mind. And the simple fact is that very few people in this world have balls as big as mine. Most people cannot stand up and be counted for the freak-pervert-horndog- dumbass that every one of us is. So the answer to your question of why do guys do s**t and then say that they were f*ed up is that the drug will first off impair their judgment and then it gives them an out. It's like a little devil on your shoulder that says, "Go ahead do it" and when they say, "But what about my girlfriend?", It says, "Don't worry you were f*ed up, I'll take the wrap." Either that or it's a crock of s**t that they feed you to back paddle after they get caught. Personally I just get laid a lot less and wear the label "*ss hole" around my neck. Oh, free advice: don't be hasty on tattoos. You can take out a ring and move it over a little bit after it heals, but you can't change the design of a tattoo. I mention this because I was just talking to my friend Fran. She has a tattoo across her back that although I think is still kinda cool, she's bitching about (it's a cat in the hat). We were discussing cover designs. She said, "I want to get something cool and not cheesy. I was thinking maybe like a pair of metallic looking wings." I said, "Fran, that's very 'Skid Row' and I think Sebastian Bach has a girlfriend." Any of your friends have stupid tattoos? Well, this has been plenty long. You know if I start my own religion these long ass letters will become like the "Book of JaneČ That's one thing I never really realized until I took some New testament classes in college: the books of the new testament, other than Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John are all just collections of letters that Paul wrote to different people. Like the book of Gallacians is just a big ass letter that Paul wrote to the church that was starting up in Galacia. Funny. Well, Write back and tell me what's up. Bride ------------------------------------- Another letter to a friend of mine who's in highschool. In her last letter she was talking about being one of the punks. ----------------------------------- I think the satisfaction and comfort that comes from being yourself makes for a healthier better adjusted person than being forced into socially acceptable clothes and friends. Hell, if I took a census of all of the punks I know and all of the socials I knew: The socials drank more (especially in highschool) and got pregnant more (half of my highschool cheerleading squad had kids before I was out of college). And I knew punks that philosophically and religiously didn't drink or f**k themselves up, didn't know any socials that categorically stayed lucid. And of course the thing is that the punks and geeks in highschool get used to being put down and dealing with bulls**t from authority and such and as a result are the ones who kick ass after school. The world s**ts on everyone; you don't get anything without a fight. The guys and gals who grow up never having to fight for anything are the ones who can't handle the real world and slip right into an easy middle management job and dream about what they could've done for the rest of their lives. The guys and gals that are used to fighting for what they want hit the real world head on and are the ones who get the really cool lives after the fact. Of course I do know punks that are just bums. Looking back, there are 2 kinds of "punks": there are people who are beating up on the world, the ones who are fighting the world because it's a dog eat dog place, them vs. their opponent. And then there are those who are just bitter wimps that the world is beating up on so they give it the finger because they can't beat it. You'll see the difference when you leave your parent's house. After highschool is when the real world starts and it really sinks in right after college. You'll move out to some big city to get a good a job and start dealing with the real world and then every once in a while go home and run into the people who are still living at home. Don't you hate it when people use the term "real world" like anything before you're 19 is just bulls**t. Well I can tell you that it is a different place and since it's the place that sticks they call it the "real" world. Free advice: you're only at each point in your life once. Enjoy it while you're there. Don't look back and don't worry too much about what's next. Wow, this has been quiet the self help book... I'll stop here. Hasta, Bride