3 posts tagged “drunk”
This weekend I was at the FABULOUS Secret Garden Party. (Look at the website - doesn't it look fun?!) I'll blog more about that very soon - ie when I'm not shattered and I buy a new digital camera. I smashed the screen on mine so can't upload my pretty pics. Dammit. (It's not all bad, as 'punishment' for my drunken stupidity, I'm going to do a photography course with my new camera!)
One thing that struck me while I was there was a little stand called Emotional Baggage. The idea was simple. You write your emotional baggage on a Post-it, and you leave it there. (You could ask for it back at the end of the festival if you like apparently. Nice touch.) So I scribbled away. I left my emotional baggage behind.
And for the most part, I think it actually worked. I'm still thinking about things, but I think that's what is meant to happen in a way. I'm thinking about them in a reflective way, not an angry or bitter way. That's what writing does. Things seem more real to me once I've written them down. And once I've done that, I kind of have to deal with them. It's very rare that I'll write about stuff that makes me unhappy until a while after it's happened. I just don't feel ready to deal with it straight away. I do it when I'm ready.
It amazes me that I can write 50 words on a bit of paper and leave it there for 5000 people to see (including a very handsome boy I'd watched the sunrise with) and feel better about things. Somehow, writing gets things out of you. The literal act of writing and the flow from your mind and heart to a piece of paper is therapeutic. (Did I mention I turned into a mini hippy at the festival? I have a henna tattoo and everything.)
I wrote about not letting things go. How I was angry about still being upset about some stuff. I realised then that I choose not to let things go. I make the decision to hold onto stuff that I don't need. Quite simply because if I let go of things, like old friends and people I used to love, then there's no way to reconcile. It's final. And I hate that.
What this means is that I still feel sad about things I can't change. I make moving on even harder for me. I don't let myself move forward. But once I've written it down I feel better. I do feel better about things. It doesn't mean that I forgive, or that I forget. But this weekend I felt for the first time in months that it was OK to say 'It's fine. It's over. I'm done.' I don't need the baggage anymore.
I haven't had such a brilliant feeling in a long time. And off I skipped with a cute boy to go and lie in the sun on a bale of hay.
Last week, I realised that two of the best things ever were cocktails and cake. (Go on - try and argue.) What could be better than a blog about both? Nothing else! Just cake and cocktails and more cake and more cocktails. I'll be making them and eating and drinking and buying and generally getting drunk with frosting all over me.
I can't think of anything better.
So if you want to come and read all about cocktails and cake (Which in my head will always be known as Cake Tales and Cock - thank you Matt!) then you can read it here. It's going to be very good, so you should.
Cate thought that this should be published somewhere "more public than her inbox":
How to snog people you don't want to marry:
1. Drink two bottles of wine.
2. Only find them physically attractive. this is handy so you don't turn into fruitcake.
3. Be in romantic places. Not like, loiter around them waiting for people who might kiss you. No. Go to romantic places with people you might want to kiss. Then it's kind of rude not to.
:-)
