Perfectly Sober?

Life is a strange thing allright, it tells you not to get drunk, but gives you a hundred reasons just to be that. Yesterday and today morning gave me the reasons, and now here I am blogging drunk. Atleast I'm sober enough to put sentences in place and I know i've spelled something wrong when the red outline sparks in my face, and that's been happening for quite a while. So why did I arrange the sudden meeting with the bottle?

It's her, and it's us. Rukshi, and the Prefects guild. The two reasons.

First of all seeing her depressed like that, and for some god-damned reason knowing that I have a lot to do with that, makes me blank in thought and in action. The way I've been thought the bodily cause of depression is an influx of serotonin. Really? Screw that, the main cause of depression is the musings revolving around your loved ones. The things that we realize we can't change and we shouldn't. She came up to me and said something that blew me away, if only I could tell her that she shouldn't be sorry, I know she really wanted to tell me something afterschool, but she blurted out just one sentence. One bizarre sentence. I've thought about this enough to build a barge of thoughts, and I still don't know whether i'm ready to set it sail away from the harbor of my heart. Only time will tell?

Secondly, the battering the prefects got from high above. This has become a daily routine within the guild, and I just can't think through on how to put things right. But hey, it's part and parcel of the package I guess. But to me, it's all my fault, I guess I'm not cut out for this whole leading up front business. It just might not be my cup of tea. I try so hard to balance our duties and at the same time make sure that nobody gets hurt in heart. Because my heart has been seared several times and the wounds are still to be healed, and I know what it feels like. I hope my prefects still have faith in me. Will they?

It's less than an hour since the happy water passed my throat, and my head still tips up and down, i certainly can't walk in a straight line, and I made it a point not to look at my mum while talking to her, but I'm perfectly sober within.

What happened in the end, we all got together and put tomorrow in the bottle. Have you ever realized that there is no tomorrow? It's just a condition. Today is today, and as soon as the clock strikes 12.00 it still is today, and not tomorrow. So why worry about a condition, when you can live the moment, live it!