Love this. I think not having driving was a huge contributor to my introvertedness/social anxiety. My friends were always super accommodating, but night after night I would end up stuck in places I didn’t want to be, entirely at the mercy of someone else. Was my ride drinking? Guess I’m sleeping on the floor of some weird house I don’t want to be at. My social battery would drain by 10pm and I would have to bounce around asking various friends if I couple catch a ride with them when they left, and often didn’t get out of there until 3am. It wasn’t a situation I enjoyed being in. Sometimes it was easier to be the walking wizard.
One night I was extremely drunk on Southern Comfort and mad/butt-hurt over something my love interest had said or done. Decided to walk all the way home at 2am. Unfortunately that was a 14 mi/22 km walk through a rural area, deeply intoxicated with no water. It was beautiful hearing the roosters crow over sleepy little farms at sunrise, but by the time I finally made it home I collapsed onto my bed sobbing in misery. I slept for eleven hours and spent the next day or so recovering. It’s not always noble to be the walking wizard.
22km is normal, you can be home by 7am.
One time I tried to walk through a forest really drunk and realized I had stepped into a creek, made it out and slept sitting against a tree.
It was really dark because the moon wasn’t up that night.
Love this. I think not having driving was a huge contributor to my introvertedness/social anxiety. My friends were always super accommodating, but night after night I would end up stuck in places I didn’t want to be, entirely at the mercy of someone else. Was my ride drinking? Guess I’m sleeping on the floor of some weird house I don’t want to be at. My social battery would drain by 10pm and I would have to bounce around asking various friends if I couple catch a ride with them when they left, and often didn’t get out of there until 3am. It wasn’t a situation I enjoyed being in. Sometimes it was easier to be the walking wizard.
One night I was extremely drunk on Southern Comfort and mad/butt-hurt over something my love interest had said or done. Decided to walk all the way home at 2am. Unfortunately that was a 14 mi/22 km walk through a rural area, deeply intoxicated with no water. It was beautiful hearing the roosters crow over sleepy little farms at sunrise, but by the time I finally made it home I collapsed onto my bed sobbing in misery. I slept for eleven hours and spent the next day or so recovering. It’s not always noble to be the walking wizard.
22km is normal, you can be home by 7am. One time I tried to walk through a forest really drunk and realized I had stepped into a creek, made it out and slept sitting against a tree.
It was really dark because the moon wasn’t up that night.
That’s fucking awesome! That’s also how you end up running with a sect of druids.
I don’t really get forests where I live, but that sounds straight up unsettling if not terrifying!
It’s fine when you are not drunk and have some moonlight and I did this 100 times before that.
Just bring a bedroll with you everywhere you go. When you tire of company, start for home, but pace yourself, and camp out midway on your journey.
I just imagine him at every party walking around with a big as hikers back pack on his back.
Beautiful.