I mean, say you had a conversation with someone--about something somewhat meaningful, like making plans. You made plans to do something with that someone and you talk the whole time about the plans.
The day comes; you're late, you procrastinated, you forgot your keys-but you're there, ready for the plans. Then, the other half, the other person, gives you a funny look and tells you that they had no recollection of such plans.
You're standing there...shoes barely tied, your buttons misaligned, yet- bags in hands and prepared for the plans...but, nothing. What plans?
You're shocked; then you sigh. Oh, nothing...I thought...never mind, my mistake.
And then there's no reason to be there while they're looking at you as though you're some wierdo...but it's not their fault. That's right, they were drunk when we made those plans.
I understood.
Still, I feel like I got smashed by a steamroller because there was nothing I could do but bid an awkward farewell, go back, wipe off my make-up, and put all my stuff away.
11:25 PM
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