DRINKING/FUN/SATIRE/LIFE/BEHAVIOR
Last Night I Let Loose of Self-Curation, I Overdid it. Or Did I?
Generally, I’m careful not to expose myself to people I don’t know
I am not a drinker. I drink wine occasionally — diluted with ice cubes—mostly while dining out. My norm is one glass, and I’m good to go.
But not last night.
Last night, I had two glasses undiluted. When I woke up this morning with an uneasy itch in my brain, I asked my husband whether I said something stupid. He, of course, lovingly told me that I was perfect.
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So why do I feel I said something wrong? Better yet, why do I feel guilty for having a good time? It feels as if I broke out of my self-composure and behaved in all the ways I would scorn when others did.
If I remember correctly, I detoured from that finely curated image and said things I shouldn’t have. Or did I?
Generally, I’m careful not to expose myself to people I don’t know.
In an inebriated state, I threw self-editing to the wind and forgot to frame myself in a manner that one might…
