The worst thing you can do is become the opposite of who you are.
Not to mean you change 180%. Because I believe that is impossible to do. In the words of my Trash Drag Druggie, Ke$ha, we r who we r. From the start, you ARE who you are going to become.
But the worst thing is to turn your back on someone that loved you/liked you once. To remove all contact with him as much as possible. To be rude to him, not nice and caring. To ignore him on purpose, wherever you meet.
The person whom you broke up with/broke the heart of will watch from afar, wondering what he did wrong. And you will have left a scar in the poor guy's heart, a scar that might ruin an otherwise happy, great person.
In HAPPIER NEWS: Yesterday's BEACHBALL PARTY was fun!
Great crowd, lots of space! One of the reasons I sometimes can't stand clubbing is because of the mild claustrophobia I get in really enclosed, sweaty places. Think a Parisian department store with a winter sale in December. But last night there was a lot of space to just chill, relax, and even dance! I love the feeling of sand between my toes, though now there's sand EVERYWHERE at home!
Robin Scherbatsky was right: "Where is all this sand coming from?!"
However, a disclaimer to those who witnessed me get drunk: I USUALLY can hold my alcohol very well! At my cousin's wedding, I drank six glasses of red wine and white wine and I was still only mildly buzzed, until much later.
I guess i was full then - it WAS a wedding dinner.
Yesterday I didn't eat since 7 pm, and it SHOWED, because after ONE can of Holland's Extra Strong Brew I was out. :(
And unfortunately, there is photographic proof of my inebriation. COMING SOON!
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