I'm just an animal looking for a home

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Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: The Boy With The Arab Strap – Belle and Sebastian – The Boy With The Arab Strap

I’m just now completing one of the strangest and worst 24 hour periods of my life. Not the best way to start my 26th year. I’m exhausted, and not sure what to write here anyway. Normally I just write funny stuff. Stuff that I find funny, anyway. And although there are a number of things that happened today that are kinda funny, on the whole the situation is not a humorous one. Of course, as I write this, I’m not liking what I’m writing. I feel too much like I’m writing in a teasing manner, as if to say “Something interesting happened to me, but I will only speak of it obliquely and make you wonder what it actually is.” And honestly, if I’m only going to make vague references to it, what’s the point in writing here at all?

Ugh. Okay, I’m going to give a very terse account of the events of the day, with a minimum of extra information. Maybe I’ll talk about that later, but right now I’m just not up to it.

Last night I met some friends from softball at a restaurant bar, in order to pick up a league champion t-shirt. We talked for a few hours and had some beer. On the way home, I was pulled over. The officer did not directly state why he pulled me over, although he implied it was because he thought I was speeding. Anyway, he asked where I had come from, and then decided to give me a breathalyzer test, which I failed and spent the night in jail. After 12-14 hours in jail, I managed to get out and talk to a lawyer. I got my car from the impound lot and finally made it home approximately 18 hours after I left the restaurant the night before.

The above account really minimized the experience, particularly the time spent in jail. I’d never been inside of a jail before, and it was a terrible experience.

I’ve also made some life decisions, most notably to stop drinking altogether. I can give a number of reasons for this, but they aren’t really important. I guess the bottom line is that 90% of the time when I drink it’s not a problem at all — nothing bad results from it, and I do so responsibly. Perhaps even 95% of the time or higher. But some times I end up doing something I regret, and I feel that I would have behaved differently if I hadn’t been drinking.

With previous life decisions, I find I get the best results if I just make a blanket decision and stick to it. So rather than try to take some intermediate position, I’m just going to stop drinking.

So blah. I’ve ended up writing more than I had planned, but there it all is. I’m not usually into the public disclosures of private information. My first inclination was to try and hide this entirely, or at least restrict who knew about it. But for some reason I decided I should go against my inclination, so here it is. I’m tired and I’m going to get in bed. It’s been a long day. But first, one last thing. I’m not looking for pity here. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, if anything.

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Author: mitcharf

vegan, curmudgeon, animal lover, feminist, agnostic, cat whisperer, bookworm, hermit, Red Sox fan, Cthulhu enthusiast, softball player, man-about-town

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