"You've changed," she said.
"What happened to my K?" she inquired, as I refused a 40 oz. beer.
"You're so different!" she exclaimed, as I slowly sipped my cranberry and vodka.
"What did you do to my girl?" she asked Beau, as I maintained my calm the entire night.
It became quite evident as my best friend pointed out over and over again this weekend that I'm not the same girl. The girl that danced on bars, drank until she couldn't think, and woke up the next day with nausea, a headache and no recollection of the night before is long gone. Hearing Law say it over and over again...knowing that she was looking for an expected performance that was not scheduled...an expected performance that I had no desire to deliver.
I wear panties when I go out now, and I listen to the advice my parents give me. I take care of myself.
So yes, I'm different. Yes, I'm much more in control of myself, and my actions. I see the negative consequences. I've made lots of different choices in the past two years. I gave up meat over a year ago, I'm done with cigarettes, I barely drink beer, liquor only on the weekends, and wine is limited to one to two glasses a WEEK. I really like this. I like waking up with possibilities.
I couldn't help but listen to the stories of this girl from the past and laugh. I realized that I don't miss her. She was fun, but needed much improvement. And for a moment I was proud of who I had become. My hard work had paid off...And then I heard the disappointment in my best friend's voice as she looked at me quizzically.
"Who are you?"
