What to Do with All the Feels That Pile Up in Your Heart
Straight whiskey. That’s my drink of choice, or at least it’s one of them.
Some nights I’ve kicked my heels up with a glass and sipped it slowly simply because I thought it sounded appealing.
Other nights I’ve clutched my glass in a shaking hand with a sense of internal restlessness I couldn’t attribute to anything specific because I had no idea what I was feeling, or why.
And on other nights still I have known what I was feeling and I’ve consciously chosen to drown it with Jim Beam, the buzz in my brain and the warmth in my …