So, I was at this party on Friday. I got stupid drunk, don't judge me, and had a lot of fun with my friends. It was all well and good until one of my friends disappeared outside. At that point I was too sleepy (and sick) to actually care. I mean, some friends were trying to wake me up, but I just had to close my eyes for a couple of minutes. And yes, I know falling asleep at some random party isn't the most advisable thing to do, but I did. And that's not the point of this story.
I woke up and went outside to find one of my friends. To my surprise she was talking to one of the popular girls. And by popular I mean: Really popular. Popular to the point that she had never even talked to us losers before. I was a little surprised to see it.
As my friend (let's call her Jane) started talking to my other friend (John), the popular girl came up to me.
Now previously we had a documentary project in school (I'm studying media and communication) and she went on about how Jane's film about depression had impacted her. The she started talking about my editing skills and how she wished she had my skills in the editing booth. I was flabbergasted. This girl, who had never even looked at me or my friends before, suddenly poured her heart out. 1364Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVAsURqE8B
She went on to talk about her own depression and anxiety. I don't usually like going into detail about my disorders, but since I was drunk I continued talking about it. I don't know why, but if felt like right there, we were equals. She wasn't the hot and popular one, and I wasn't the weird girl in the back of the classroom with a notepad by my side. It was a weird sensation of being the same. We had the same problems, the same fears.
Now, I probably won't talk to her again. Not ever. But it was nice to know that in that moment, as drunks, we were equals. 1364Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl38qxrG7lq
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