Well it was (at least) four months ago when I told a person who I thought was is a friend of mine about something that I asked them to keep to themselves. At the time I was "fitshaced", I mean I was "Gunk", and I called her up. What can I say? I was hurtin' and I needed to get some things offa my chest.
Now here's a little bit of trivia. I once took an IQ test when I was stone drunk. I'm talking Ooooooo-bliterated. I scored a 123. Considerably lower than my usual 165, but still well above average. Also, I have never gotten drunk and forgotten what happened the night before. Not once.
The recipient of the call happens to live in California (I shoulda known it would end badly), so I figured that it would be okay to talk to her. Distance as a defense, and all that. One of her close friends happens to be my roommate's wife. I'm sure that you can see where this went.
RMW comes into my living room (out of a clear blue sky), and makes a comment in regards to the thing that I told the Californian. Then she trys to play it off like she doesn't know what she just told me, and was being vague, so I was vague right back at her, and let it drop. At this point I am pissed.
So, last night I called up the Californian. We had a nice, pleasant conversation. I went over the bits of trivia I discussed above, and at this point in our talk I'm practically in a Soliloquey, so I just roll on into the tale of the discussion that the RMW and I had. Roughly 5 seconds later, "I've gotta go" wafts through the phone receiver. At that point I went from pissed to livid.
Whenever I get to feeling that there may be a little hope for the rest of humanity, something like this happens. I guess I'm just a little naieve about people, or it could be that I have lulled myself into believing that other people might actually keep their fucking word.
If someone asks me not to tell anyone else about something, guess what? I don't. It's just that simple. I believe that honesty is a virtue to hold dear. Obviously the majority of the rest of the populace does not share this sentiment with me.
Can you believe that people have actually had the balls to ask my why I'm cynical?
Posted by Johnny - Oh at June 11, 2004 07:52 PMThree kinds of instantaneous long-distance communication:
telephone
telegraph
tell a woman
If you must tell a secret that should be kept, tell a cat or dog. They're pretty trustworthy, and if they DO tell, it's legal to kill them.
And NEVER tell a parrot ANYTHING
... unless he's pining for the fjords.
Posted by: Harvey at June 12, 2004 01:42 PMI couldn't agree more - its a female thing. Happens every day, every town. Looks like you just learned the same lesson the same way we all have -- the hard way.
Posted by: Marty at June 12, 2004 04:09 PMOff-topic: Your blog-sis, Sally, said this recently:
"I'll have to concede that drinking and blogging just don't mix."
http://whimsycapricious.blogspot.com/2004/06/never-ever-again.html
Maybe you should go have a word with her :-)
Stupid Blogger comments aren't working right now, so I'll hit her up this evening. Blogging sober? How does one do that?
:)
Posted by: Johnny - Oh at June 14, 2004 12:05 PMEasy! Have a couple of Bloody Mary's first thing to stop those "Ozzy Hands" trembling all over the keyboard and type away till your brain catches up ;)
Posted by: Sally at June 14, 2004 02:22 PMWait a minute there Sally. Your comment implies that you actually stop drinking, and that's just bad form.
I spent one evening blogging through a drunk, and announced I was doing so. The topics were kinda goofy, but my spelling didn't get any worse.
Innbreblogging is high on my list of things that everyone should do. Keep up the good work.
BTW, my "Ozzy hands" kick in whenever I get 4 feet away from booze, so I'll just keep on swillin'.
:)
Posted by: Johnny - Oh at June 14, 2004 04:46 PMOh I do stop drinking sometimes, usually when everyone else has gone home or has passed out *sigh*. Then I tend to play retro games like "Space Invaders" (All the way back to 1978, baby!) and marvel at my fine-motor co-ordination. Thank God I don't drive. And DON'T tell "dad" I'm in enough trouble for stealing _Jon's vodka.
Posted by: Sally at June 14, 2004 04:56 PMSally, you're not in trouble for stealing _Jon's vodka, you're in trouble for not sharing it with me.
And what are you doing playing Space Invaders? Weren't you just a lump in momma's belly when that came out?
Posted by: Harvey at June 15, 2004 01:13 PM