How To Conversate With A Drunk Person
Me: I was just checking that there wasn't a median in the middle of the road.
Chase: There was.
Me: We already passed; if there was, I would've driven over it.
Chase: Wellllll, you could've driven in the middle of it.
Me: NOT POSSIBLE.
Chase: Yes, huh, for all I know, you could be like Noah or something.
Me: You're right, I'm sorry, I am Noah.
Chase: Alright, bitch then shut the fuck up.
Yeah, at least we had brownies!
Chelsea: I'm going to ask you the kind favor of keeping the "dramatics" I specified earlier off of my Facebook wall. That's business between you and I, not my 1100 friends (including family that monitors me closely) as well. I really, and honestly, don't care what you have to say. I'm just going to be frank. Things along these lines were what I was trying to avoid then, so you should fully understand that's not the least bit changed. If you'd like to be mad, be mad. The very same goes for Jess, since I'm sure she's being informed of my every movement, just as you have. As I said, I don't care. I have legitimate reasoning that everyone else in that room understood and agreed with, minus Kevin for obvious reasons. While you were outside, we compared her behavior from last time to the current. We decided that being by her side the entire night didn't help her realize her state at all, and that if she had time to herself to think, calm down, etcetera, that she would benefit from it. Now, by all means, respond with your petty anger about this incredibly unimportant issue and he said/she said/I-can't-believe-she-did-that bullshit. Just know that I won't be reading it because, as I already said, it is of no concern to me.
Me: I agree with the point you're making, but regardless of everything you just said, your text to Jess was untrue, and that's what I am fighting against. Way to continue to stay off-topic and not take responsibility for your once again fault.
Chelsea: Untrue? I wasn't the first one to point out that giving Jess the attention everyone else there was against wasn't beneficial to her behavior. That's what I just explained. I'm not going to apologize for the text message, because that was the agreement we met on the issue, so I'm not being dishonest. I probably wasn't wordy and detailed as I usually am because I was previously annoyed, but that's beside the fact. I've taken responsibility, I can't help that it's not in the form you wish it to be.
What I don't understand is the childlike behavior you've prominently displayed on these websites when all you had to do was sort it this way or call me. I would have been happy to share my standpoint on the issue. I am, however, sincerely sorry that I/we didn't further give any explanation while it was happening. Obviously, being brief and dismissive wasn't the appropriate way to go about it. The "bitching" that I was referring to was the comments made after the fact when the boys were asking you about her and so forth. I, for one, felt that asking me to see Jess a second time was your attempt at a guilt trip, and you succeeded, because it took a lot of effort to avoid her in her state. I also didn't think it was necessary to share with you that, post the CC incident, I'd vowed to be uninvolved in anything that might cause stress, a blown up situation, etc. After all that happened, I realized that while some thought it was cool, I felt like half an idiot letting my emotions take over me, because that wasn't something I planned. CC's embarrassment added fuel to the inner child that had risen for a few days after. So, now that makes sense.
Whether you care to know or not, this whole situation makes you look very... I'm not even sure I can come up with an appropriate word at the moment. I couldn't imagine informing ANYONE of something that might ultimately hurt their feelings (because yes, I was describing to Corbin her behavior since he hadn't witnessed it), and then proceeding to post it publicly for others to laugh at both YOU and I. Isn't that your initial reaction when you see things as such?
Me: Chelsea, no one said ANYTHING to me about leaving her alone that whole night except for that one moment when she fell on the ground after I tried to help her up. THAT'S why your text was untrue. You said you all were telling me to leave Jess alone, while nothing was said to me whatsoever.
About me "bitching," the only comments I made were after Corbin and whoever were saying that Jess was probably just drunk, etc. to which I responded with "No, she's not drunk; it's been hours since she's had a beer." Just letting you all know, not in any way bitching. If it was, you'd know it. Now, try telling me that's "bitching at you like you didn't know anything" again.
To the asking you again, I was CLARIFYING if you were going to go outside or not, since you IGNORED me the first time. In no way shape or form was I trying to guilt-trip you. When I don't get a response for a question I ask the first time, I usually ask again given a little time so I can receive an answer. Another reason I asked the second time was because I was ready to go check on her again, but if you were going to go outside, then I would've just stayed inside. So you said you weren't, and I went back outside to check on her again. Sorry if that elicited other emotions of guilt inside of you, Chelsea, but I assure you those weren't my intentions.
As to the Jess realizing her state of condition, I DID leave her alone in the way I thought best (without anyone's advice), by allowing her to stay in one spot by herself and checking on her every ten or so minutes to make sure she was still conscious. I checked on her to make sure she wasn't going to go suicidal. From what I understand, you were helping her the weekend before because she had the same seizures, unconsciousness, etc. from drinking too much. The weekend at Kevin's, not only was she showing the same symptoms from drinking too much as the weekend before, but attempted to overdose on pills, drink herself into a coma, and walk down the road as far as she could away from anyone's supervision. THAT'S why I wasn't going to leave her completely alone. I understand your reasoning, Chelsea, but given the certain circumstances of that night, Jess needed more than just time to herself.
What I don't understand is in your text you said "We were telling her you just needed time to yourself because you were mad about Eric blahblah," when right now you're arguing that she needed time to herself to realize her state (as in her body doesn't react well to drinking). From what I'm understanding, this is in fact ANOTHER reason why your text was untrue, and, AGAIN, unnecessary because you started the very thing you're attempting to avoid. Bringing my involvement in the issue of you making fun of Jess didn't help your case at all and just created this drama that you and I are experiencing right now. You responding with the insult to my help that night when Jess asks about YOUR behavior, as well as going on about "Jess realizing her state" rather than staying with your main point of her being "mad about ERIC", both adds to the fact that you continue to be off-topic and avert the issue at hand.
How can you deny the FACT that your text message to Jess held no truth in it when,
1) No one told me she needed time to herself,
2) I wasn't bitching like you didn't know anything, and
3) was helping Jess' condition, not making the situation worse,
and was also COMPLETELY unnecessary when the topic of conversation was you making fun of Jess and refusing to show her attention outside when she asked for it. In no way was it necessary to mention my supposed "harm" to Jess' condition other than to create pure drama, another thing I just don't understand.
You're really going to try to justify your act with the excuse of "describing to Corbin her behavior since he hadn't witnessed it"? Oh, I'm sorry, Chelsea, if that's what you were trying to do, I guess that makes it OK then. Yeah, lol.
Chelsea: Honestly Jesse, no more bullshitting and pretending, I don't care enough about if I'm wrong or right in the situation to respond to this. The whole issue at hand is completely unimportant to me, even if I look like a bad guy, and even despite the possible eyes that opinion is seen through.
I just don't give two fucks about many souls in this town anymore, seeing as though no one has given me a solid reason to. My shred of rebellion towards you wouldn't have surfaced had you not started by throwing me under the bus (do you think I'm a fucking idiot?), aiming to hurt Jess' feelings by telling her (whether it was intended or not), knowing that it's "her nature" (YOUR WORDS) to blindly confront EVERYTHING that bothers her.
So as far as I'm fucking concerned, your argument is completely invalid, because I've always been one that's gone eye for an eye.
It ends here. Boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
Me: OK, just continue to not take responsibility for your actions and blatantly disregard what's really at hand. Trying to make me seem like I started this whole situation won't take back the fact that you shouldn't have made fun of her in the first place. You're just hypocritical, Chels. Your way of arguing is to add more drama to the situation by being completely irrelevant and not owning up to anything. You don't give two fucks about many souls in Ocala? Well they don't give two fucks about you either. Congratulations on avoiding drama, because at the rate you're going, you're really going to fuck yourself over.
Good day to you! ;D
Chelsea: Hahaha. Do you know how to read? I know what I did, I just don't care about who else knows as well, because it was never my intention to mock her. I would know. I was sober. Really. I don't know how many times I have to say it before your Forest High School education catches up with your emotions. You want an apology, that's why your blind to absolutely everything I said on the subject. Thank you for this steady laughfest. It just goes to show that almost all 16 year old girls have their priorities too close to their "big hearts" and too far from their little brains! Please, post another blog about what a hypocrite I am, with supporting examples and such (you know, your 1-2-3 bullets). Tell me about myself! Oh, that's right... you don't know me, you've never had a chance to get to know me, so it would all just make me giggle a little harder! Yeahhhh, do that! "...that you made fun of her in the first place." Corbin (How about you ask him about it since this is such a deep concern?) doesn't seem to recall me "making fun" (huh-huh) of her either, BUT AT LEAST WE HAD BROWNIES!
Me: LOL, aww, someone's angry. You're getting a little personal there, Chels. Forest High School education, huh? How about your pathetic North Marion High School education, the Career Academy, and now Valencia Community College? Those all seem like such prestigious accomplishments. You should really be proud of something like that, you know. I think you've also forgotten that I'm the same age as you, darling, and my "big heart" is spent doing a lot more noble things than to bring Chelsea Deen out of her self-admiration for a moment to help her see how morals can come in handy sometimes. But back to Jess, whether you CARE enough to admit it, you did mock her with a sick attempt at being humorous, Corbin chuckled, and it was wrong. Honestly, I don't care for you enough to bring you out of your stubbornness; my main intention was to confront you about your irrelevant and completely incorrect text message you used as a petty attempt to relieve some of the fault off yourself. So through that, all of this arose, and none of it is making you any less wrong and myself any less right. I don't need to show people your hypocritical hubris because you do enough of that for yourself, but if another blog is what you'd like, I'm always for giving someone a good laugh. You do find humor in strange things, Chelsea. But, I'm sorry, hasn't this conversation already ended?
Now, Chelsea Mother Fucking Deen, I said good day! ;]
CHELSEA MF DEEN
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