I believe I hide this well but I do not handle change at all. Like I think a big part for my huge drinkathon was just me adjusting to how much I hate the world. That's not like hyperbole I hate the world, I hate all the modern conveniences, I hate all the ways people don't seem to notice things are worse than they were before, and I also hate how people like me aren't really needed anymore. I'm a monster hunter when you drill down to it, I hunt the things that exist in the shadows (when I'm not being seduced by them or tricked by them or trying to use them and end up being used by them), now those things are subdued technology is taking over and with it society! My days of happily riding from one town to screw them err help them with one problem after failing the last town is over! I guess like a lot of old people I see crying about pasts they themselves don't fully remember, I'm just sad that things change and I haven't.
Which certainly explains how I drank myself out of all the money I'd recently acquired from the cult members I'd killed. Yeah a lot of bad decisions, bad bets, and bad beer went with all of those funds. You know what they say, easily murdered for your money, easily spent on the worlds biggest pity party! So needless to say I got pretty drunk for a long time. I believe I spent three months not entirely sober (I am thrifty even when I'm spending my money drinking). And that lead to my next story. Which I'll tell you in the next entry, because remembering all that drinking has me thinking I should go down to Val's and get wasted. Because I'm a terrible person who learns no lessons.
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