Walk talk into the fire....

Play with fire and you will get burned....an old adage that I find to not always be true. Granted playing with fire may leave you a bit singed and quite possibly leave a hole or two in your favorite sweater but necessarily burned per say.

I've been thinking about this whole "playing with fire" thing a lot lately, trying to pinpoint when one decides it's OK to do things that they know aren't a good decision. It starts small, like buying fancy soap because it smells better, even though the regular soap smells just fine. Or enjoying a cigarette, despite the fact that it's a disgusting habit and sure to kill you, but you only do it when you drink so somewhere it's justified. Flirt with someone who's attached just to see what happens. See how far you can push until your world bursts into flames. Millions of tiny rebellions over the years that eat away at your moral core. Then, one day you wake up and you realize just how many little moral compromises you've made to become who you are today. Try as you may to justify them there's no putting it all to rights again.

So confession time. Have I played with fire? Yes. Did I get burned? Not bad enough to leave any permanent scars. Would I do it again? Yes, in a heartbeat. Will I do it again? Every chance I get. Why? Because I can. And there my friends, there lies the number one benefit to adulthood.....because I can. Liberating is it not?

Pour some Vodka on it.

"I thought I'd still be in extreme pain. But I feel nothing.
I'd like some more nothing. [Miranda pours her some more Skyy
vodka]"

- Carrie Bradshaw

I'll drink to that Carrie! Just goes to show, when your world goes pear shaped and you don't think you can deal the best course of action is to drown the problem in sweet sweet vodka. And if that's true, I'm a fucking fire fighter. And no, I don't see anything wrong with it so do me a solid get off you anti-alcohol soap box.

You see, I've realized that the aftermath of a bad or failed relationships can go on of two ways 1) The Depression or 2) The Vodka. I've found the Vodka works best for me. Why bother being depressed when you can just stun the brain sensless with Vodka (or your drink of choice) and be the life of the party? I feel it works out best for everyone. The injured party is not a big crying mess, and is instead always up for hitting the bars. And, in most cases, is far more likely to end up dancing on some sort of table. What could be more fun than that?