It has to be admitted that I am pretty blind drunk, having forgone alcohol for the best part of a year and sunk two bottles of wine tonight. But hell, I'm more lucid drunk than most folks are sober.
I have been horribly struck by the realisation tonight that I find it EASIER TO TALK TO MY LJ THAN TO REAL PEOPLE. This is despite the fact that my lj friends list is primarily composed of people I talk to in real life. Ho hum.
Thus yesterday I was able to relay the fact via lj that I was very upset with something, which Ithem played down when I spoke to my flatmate about it on the phone, to the extent that someone I have never met realised that I was distressed and proffered thoughtful comnets and good advice on the situation (ah, why are wise, sensitive and intelligent men ALWAYS gay?) and the person I live with didn't realise it was a big deal because I was relatively nonchalant about it.
Weird. And to think I berated my flatmate for his insensitivity. Why should I expect hinm to read my blog to know how I feel?
I am sure I have a vital point to make. And when I sober up I might even make it.