TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[sanjunipero]

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Have a little too much to drink last night and send that embarrassing text to your ex?

Did you party a little too hard and send pictures of the wild night... to all of your contacts?

Was 3am when you dusted off the number of that old flame and confessed how much you wanted them back?

Or simply catching up on the adventures that drunk you got into?

Just because heaven is a place on earth at San Junipero doesn't mean it's without any consequence. Be careful checking your phone in the morning, it might have some weird texts from last night.

MAY BE NSFW

Comments

[lefthandfree]

I’m more surprised we all still kept at it while basically sitting on and around a bunch of broken glass, tables, and chairs.

Or that we didn’t get kicked out it.

[unaffluent]

I'm not sure how we managed not getting kicked out. Guess it wasn't all that bad really.

[lefthandfree]

Considering I only woke up with a slight crick in my neck, I’m willing to call it a win.

Though now I’m tempted to find out what would actually get us kicked out. It’s not every day you get away with mass destruction of private property and still wake to see the sun.

[unaffluent]

Are you going to try and figure out by doing or by asking, though?

[lefthandfree]

Dunno. Does either answer come with an unnecessary lecture? Cause I am like. Easily four times your age, at least. Won’t be me first rodeo, and likely won’t be my last.

Not that I don’t appreciate the concern, cause I do.

[unaffluent]

No... sorry, just curious. I don't really care what you do. Not like my friends my age are any less destructive.

[lefthandfree]

Don’t gotta apologize. Curiosity ain’t a crime. You’re allowed to be worried for your friends though, y’know.

I mean, yes, it’s probably not the most responsible thing, but I’m just damn curious about it too. Almost everything I ever do when I’m out in the real world has some nasty consequence that makes an even bigger mess for the people I care about. That we nearly destroyed the place, even on accident, and didn’t get kicked out is like a goddamn miracle to me. Just wanna make sure I didn’t dream it.

[unaffluent]

Worry doesn't really have much of a point, really.

I see what you mean. It's not like anyone was getting hurt, though so that's probably why they didn't give a shit. Things don't seem to mean all that much I think.

[lefthandfree]

Dunno. Worry is helpful sometimes, otherwise shit wouldn’t ever get done, y’know?

You mean here? Guess it depends on how real Real actually is in this place.

[unaffluent]

You think worry is the only way things get done?

Yeah. do y ou question how real this place is?

[lefthandfree]

When you think about it, yeah. People don’t do shit if they’re not concerned in some way. That’s the basis of worry. Sure, you won’t be tearing your hair out all the time, but that’s still what drives people to do most things.

I do though. Considering I know it’s ultimately not but can still feel what happens to me in here? Leaves a mark on your psyche, and that's not something to dismiss, I think.

[unaffluent]

I don't know if I believe that. Sometimes people just want to be something, be more. It's boring not to get things done.

So that does make it real, doesn't it?

[lefthandfree]

Yeah, but people don’t really do things without having some idea of what they want out of doing that thing, do they?

I suppose it does, on an inherent level. I mean, I imagine some philosopher could probably shit on that and wax about how people who think it's real are shallow or something. Dunno. Weird to think about, though. Never even thought about this kinda stuff until I found myself in here.