apt-get's journal

It was just a surprise, just a joke, back then. Nonetheless, she quit. She couldn't stand it, for she wasn't "in". She leaves. Was it due to a private chat that slid into the public eye? There was no need to get that worked up.

They join. One, then two, then many. I don't like it. I tell him: it's either them or me. I hate their ways. I can't stand their manners or being near them anymore. The point isn't that I changed: it's that they didn't. They're kicked once, then twice, ask for explanations, but I'm relentless and unforgiving. I'm not mixing the present and the past. It's a question of opsec.

Then I'm thrusted forward and back in time. Old high-school grounds, the wedding of a high-school friend. I'm made to hold the champagne. It pops. Others look at me incredulously: Did I just waste it when the ceremony hadn't even started? Why, yes, but it's not my fault. The bride arrives. I'm supposed to kiss her on the cheek, but I feel embarrassed. Weird pauses before doing it, which just serves to disturb things more than if I flat-out refused. I can't control the stream of foam constantly gushing out. I accidentally aim it at the invitees: robes and costumes ruined. But it's okay, I'm "in" now. I'm the subject of the joke, and people gladly partake in it. Getting doused is "in": it's not cringey. It's ironic! So I continue to do it. And they're happy and I'm happy to be the butt of the joke, the center of the "in". Dd you know? The strongest men are said to be those taht can keep that flow going until there's nothing remaining, until the bottle is totally empty. Not one drop remaining, without the bottle ever being tipped downwards.

A final piece of wisdom: with a bit of alcohol, even the murkiest, most putrid waters can taste bearable. Without it, you're in for a world of disgust.

I woke up.

Written in-between the microsleep sessions after a nap. I was in a daze, so no need to look any deeper into it. I feel like there was more to this dream that I forgot to write down, but can't recall anything at this point.