I stopped over at a friend’s house last night on my way home from my local pub. It was late and although I was stone cold sober the three guys I was with where drunk as hell. I didn’t really know the other two guys, but it never even crossed my mind that I might be entering a precarious situation.
Turns out, one of the guys is a huge fan of my blog, which kind of made me a little uncomfortable in the sense that I was suddenly aware that this person knew a lot of private information about me and that besides the fact that he’s my friend’s roommate’s best friend, I knew absolutely nothing about him.
He was in one of those drunken states where you lose certain basic social skills and start invading other people’s personal spaces much too easily and much too often. Frankly, even if one of my very good friend’s does that, I feel uncomfortable. I like my space dammit and some people just don’t get to enter it, and if you are allowed to you should view that as a privilege.
