There are some days I forget to eat
and soon my hands are shaking
like nervous butterflies.
I worry that I don’t drink enough water.
So I drink glass after glass after glass,
until my teeth are chattering
from an internal ice bath.
They say ice water burns
I drink water until I think I might throw up,
Because I hear it flushes toxins, you know?
I’m just a fleshy body, it’s not as if I’m eating heavy metals
while I’m making toast (which takes an eternity
in my little toaster oven)
I find myself with a spoon in the jam jar,
eating it straight.
Does anyone actually like bread?
Just plain bread?
I feel as if it’s merely a vehicle for jam.
Used only to deliver fruity sweetness
into my mouth.
My mom mails me her homemade jam.
Whole shoeboxes of jars that I line up
in my freezer.
I like that jam
because it makes my kitchen
taste like her kitchen.
So I got up early at 8 am to watch Blue Valentine again because apparently I like to cry and emotionally destroy myself before going to work…??
Drunk actions/words are sober thoughts. Alcohol is something of a truth serum because it removes your inhibitions. Being drunk doesn’t change who you are or make you into an entirely different person; it just leads to you saying or doing things that you are wise enough to not do when sober.
Even if you disagree with that, the fact still remains that as people we NEED to be held accountable for our actions. We are responsible for everything we say and do, and being inebriated does not absolve us from that.
If ‘this guy’ insists that he truly never would have said or done these things sober, then fine. But he still chose to get drunk. The sober decision to get drunk thus makes him responsible for anything that happens while he is drunk; therefore we are culpable for not only our primary actions (ex: consuming alcohol) but for any secondary actions or consequences that may follow.