I spent my President’s Day taking endless shots of tequila in SF. On Tuesday morning I woke up at 6am still drunk from the previous evening, in a panic and unable to piece together anything past 8pm. It was not my finest moment. We all have those right? Agree with me.
By 8:30 am I was ready to cut a deal with the devil that I would trade my first born if he could relieve me of my hangover and restore my health—if offered. Don’t take that shit for granted, kids. Seriously. By 9:15 I was at my desk at work when my girl in NY, Britt, hit me up on chat. So I confessed: “Britt, I’m still fucking drunk from last night and I have the worst hangover in my life.” BTW, I had a blast on my day off, I might have wished I look a few less shots, but that's about it. No regrets.
See, I like to think I’m an intelligent woman, book and street smart. I have “cum laude” on my bachelors degree and I’ve survived living in two major metropolitan cities for most of my adult life.
However I still make super stupid decisions. I already know when I’m about to make an unwise choice. I just can’t talk about these moments because I know better. I don’t want to hear any lectures or see your judgmental faces.
Enter what I call “The No Judgement Zone.” There are less than a handful of people who are fortunate enough to live here. This is a rare support squad privy enough to hear when I engage in shameful activity. Part of being amongst this elite few is due to the fact that they share their dirty laundry too. Hell no, I’m not just telling you my bad business—you need to be guilty as fuck too. No spectators allowed, equally irresponsible offenders only.
The key to the no judgement zone is that your views of me cannot change based on my lapses in decision making and my temporary irresponsible behavior, and vice versa. I’m human, I make questionable choices—it makes my life interesting. I’m wise enough to know when I’m fucking up on purpose, I just don’t want to hear your opinion on that. I’m going to do what I want anyway. Also, for the record, I don't always give into these poor choices, I'm still an ultra responsible individual. In the end I trust that you know what you’re getting into as well. The no judgement zone is filled with the smartest people I know, this is a fact.
Sometimes when the brain, heart and vagina battle it out the brain is the first to lose—and that’s ok. No judgement, you know better. I do too.