He took one more sip before dropping the bottle to the ground and sumbling off to another room while babbling incoherently. This was no longer the friend I shared my problems with, who so graciously sacrificed his time to aid me of all despair. This was no longer the person who I grew up with.
I closed my eyes and sifted my way through the past where once him and I stayed awake all night after he had been put through imense amounts of mental strain. He sat near to me and opened up for the very first time to me. He talked about how his father once suffered from an addiction to alcohol, and put his family through times of anguish. He cried profusely as he poured his heart out in broken sentences that portrayed perfectly to me what he must have been feeling inside. His despair was felt no less in him than it was in me. I sat feeling next to helpless in trying to comfort him and provide sufficient support for him.
At this point in time it occured to me that he was a true friend that I could count on to be supportive of me and caring to what I feel. He wasn't like the other friends who shared only their clever facades with me. He was someone who I had felt the deepest emotions of, and experienced a portrayel of what it's like to think through his mind. He had become something more than just a friend to me. He was my best friend.
However, stumbling about, I could no longer see him as that friend who I cared for so greatly... I could only see the father of his as he had described him. His rambling incoherence and barrages of profanity only seemed to relfect the exact characteristics he described of his father which created so much despair for him as a young child. Looking into his eyes I could no longer feel the same person I was used to. His face and Body structure remained uninhibited, but as a person he was completely changed. Seeing him in such a state only blackened my emotions and made my lip tremble as I felt an onslaught of tears about to make their way down my cheak. I didn't like seeing my friend as he was. He was no longer the same person at all, rather a violent drunk. It felt like losing a close friend. Seeing him in this state made me feel empty, and alone in a world that doesn't often open its arms for comfort. I began to wonder if i knew as much about him as I previously had thought. I knew it was only alcohol that made him act this way, but if alcohol was going to be a part of his life, would it make his present actions a common characteristic of his?
The story above tries to describe how sometimes seeing someone so close to you drunk can be hurtful because it no longer seems like the same person who gave you comfort and love before. They can become annoying, thoughtless, incoherant, selfish and the list goes on. Sometimes having to see such inperfections in someone you felt so strongly for is more than enough to make you want to cry.
