So, I adhere to a strict self-imposed “no-delete” policy.
I figure if I write something and post it, I must have needed to get it out, whether I am drunk or not. I do not lie*.
However, the tendency for me to write about especially audacious subject matter is much more prevalent when I am inebriated.
Then, when I am a bit more stricken with inhibitions, the conversation in my head goes something like:
“You need to go delete that”
“FUCK NO, FUCK YOU, FUCK THEM, FUCK IT, I DON’T CARE”
And on and on…on a tangent like that until my dark side convinces the light that it’s time to stop hiding.
*When I say I don’t lie, I mean that I really do not tell any lies that I consciously know are lies, untruths, half-truths, or omissions. This is not to say that I am still not lying to you, or to myself in some way that I haven’t yet figured out….the process of the cessation of lying is just that- a process…a really fucking long one.