More specifically a nose. I was 7 or 8 at the time and I didnt quite understand death. My grandfather had passed away and we walked up to the casket to pay our respects. I stood there looking at him and thought he was sleeping. He was Italian and had a pretty big schnoz. I decided to boop him on the nose to see if I could wake him. My dad quickly moved my hand out of the way and scolded me.

MacCostello 

Since I started drinking alcohol I have never puked. I don't drink often. In fact, I probably drink once a month or once every few months at times, but when I do, I just let the party carry me through.

Everyone generally has a good time but eventually when I wake up, I always wake up "coming to" and have a hard time remembering everything from the night before.

"Browning out" is what it's called.

It's been this way since I started and just feel anxious about all the conversations I had with people, worried I said something offensive or too personal without realizing it.

I never "hit on" people cause I'm in a great relationship but I can't help but feel annoyed at my self that I always forget conversations I had from the night before.

Anyways just wanted to confess that I hate how I feel after "Browning out" because I don't really remember the fun I had the night before. My friends all say I was having a good time but it's frustrating because I don't always know if I'm saying things I shouldn't be.
MOTIVATEDTOBEFIT

My grandad died two years ago and had Alzheimer's.

I knew I didn't visit him enough or try hard enough with the relationship, but I didn't do anything about it. Life got in the way. When he developed Alzheimer's I felt less bad about it because I knew he didn't really know who I was anymore anyway.

Cut to the last day I visited him, perhaps a month before he died, and as we go to leave, my dad puts his hand on my shoulder and asks my grandad if he knows who I am. Grandad smiles at me and says "Of course, that's Grzzlrbr!"

Devastating. I always be ashamed that I didn't spend more time with him.

Around 7 pm today, I heard someone knocking on my door. I opened it and it was my next-door pregnant neighbor (she was, I think, in her 7th or 8th month). She was holding a small plate in her hand.

In a very shy voice, she asked me if I can give her some of whatever I was cooking because she liked the smell. I think pregnant women sometimes have strong cravings and they can not resist it.

Anyway, she was shy and apologized a lot for her request since we don’t know each other. I laughed and told her it is ok. I was cooking a traditional meal from my country and the recipe has olive oil, garlic, jalapeños, and some spices. I think the smell was nice. I gave her some of my dinner then she left. I watched her walking home like a cute little penguin who’s happy with her successful little hunting I felt really happy too for some reason.
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