Drunken Confessions

Drunken Confessions.

You’ve never told anyone before, not even your best-friend, not even a stranger. You’ve never wanted anyone to know either, because you’re so used to being viewed as the tough one. The alcohol loosened your tongue, and now people know the truth, people know you. But for once you’re not scared by that. And that worries you a bit. You’re used to bottling things up, an expert even. And now people can see you for you; people who before had only come close to noticing your persona, you opened your hearts to them and you don’t regret it. You can trust them; you know you can, although you’ve never tested that theory.

You were so sick of the constant smiles, the ache you’d feel most the time. No one noticed, or if they did, they said nothing. Now, people know. Now people can see past your façade, and the scary truth is that you’re relived.

They hugged you, they comforted you, and you couldn’t remember the last time anyone had even pretended to care that much. More came, more distanced friends; they didn’t hear your confession but they saw you were in pain. They gathered around you in a wrap of arms and comfort, lending their arms and shoulders to you. Your shield went back up, and automatic reflex learnt by years of confusion, but they didn’t care – they still saw, and they still cared.

People you thought had forgotten about you long ago offered you the greatest solace. You were reminded that people really did care. And the saddest thing? The people you are distanced from, still notice and genuinely care about you; more so than your supposed close friends. And you know find yourself longing to be in those arms of comfort again.

You’re content, for the first time in so many years; you’re genuinely cheerful, and it’s an odd feeling. You know that the words of both you and others were spurred on by the drinks, but it doesn’t matter, because you learnt something that night. Your ‘best friends’ are the people who shouldn’t be called that, and those who’re distanced are the ones that care the most. You’re whole world has been thrown upside down, and for once you’re enjoying it.

Note: Really random piece, a bit of insight into me, I had this experience not long ago, hence this story. Fair enough if you don’t like it, but please review.