the morning after...

I reckon that on any given day, the morning after provides you with rather thorough insights on what has been, what might have been, what could have been and the like.

Last night was party hearty held at B. Gardens. 11 select people made the A list, comprising mainly of the stars at Starbucks Wynyard. There was mucho food and drinks and it was good. It was excellent considering my effortless contributions.

I survived the morning when I slept in, was in a pissed-off mood as per the day before, and had to back out of other commitments due to some cyclical occurences brought to me by nature and my inability to be responsible and handle the situation with the utmost discipline. I had to say I am pleased with my inability to dramatically affect other people with my emotional roller coasters, if you dare call them that. I do exaggerate a fair bit, language-wise.

What astounds me on a different scale is the behavioural psyche of individuals ranging from the ADD and/or OCD-inflicted, the innocent-bordering-on-to-ignorant, the control freak of sorts, the uptight, the aloof, and on to the various combinations of some, many or all of the above, and then some.

I was just the deeply honored primary audience of a monologue by a *dazed and confused* theoretically unknown figure who used to be one of those nuts and bolts in my hometown neighborhood.

Details:
The topic (in my opinion): Something overly familiar that is bordering on to the "family matters" category that it is pretty much half personal.

Overall reaction: Matter-of-fact but slightly put-off.

My verdict on the performance art: Disturbing.