Finally got a break from work. First thing I did? Laundry. Next? Drink. I figured if I drunk enough I'd get a story somewhere.
And it did as I was finishing off a beer while playing board games with some friends who I haven't seen thanks to my wonderful, wonderful work schedule.
I'm a lightweight, so I like to drink slowly to give myself time to process the alcohol. Like majority of Asians I lack the enzyme Alcohol Dehydrogenase, although I know a few that drink like a fish. So through most of the game I couldn't help laughing way too loud, falling off the chair laughing, and trolling my friends by making them think I was the spy (Resistance! Check it out! Fun game! Don't play if you have serious trust issues).
As the night was ending I couldn't help but stare at my glass of beer and wonder, "Why can't I find time for this?"
My life felt a little half-empty at that point of the night.
Then I remembered something I've read:
"... The Great Secret (which, as we've determined, is this: one has not only an ability to perceive the world but an ability to alter his perception of it; or, more simply, one can change things by the manner in which one looks at them)." - Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
And I chose to ignore the why I can't, and focused on a half-full glass of beer, the laughs, and the game.
Life and her problems will be waiting for me on Monday. Until then the weekend is mine to write.
*and heck yeah I love Guinness!
*picture is originally from http://digitaldeconstruction.com/2012/page/116/#.U5wLu43pgUE
04/29/2014 (Wednesday)- Alcoholic Advice
I found myself staring at the beer left in my glass, close to the line where you begin asking yourself if everything is half-full or half-empty, a conundrum of alcoholic and existential proportions directly related to the amount of booze imbibed.
The meniscus of this amber line between bliss and sorrow leaves many a man/woman wondering if our ability to perceive the world, and our ability to alter our perception of it: absolves us of our guilt/problem/situation in which we find ourselves mulling over during “happy” hour.
The solution I’ve found?
Bartender, fill her up.