Drunk, just came home. TAke this as some kind of surrealism

But somehow being drunk surpress a bit the pains and emotions. So you can talk more freely. You will always be yourself, your thoughts only belong to you, sharing them with words will not be enough to express what they really are. So from your point of view you will always be the center, for ever and ever. Your thoughts are for yourself. So what can you do, when is nothing left? When you have reach a dead end.

"So, if you can't do anything and you can't transform yourself, then what can you do? What happens if you actually realize you've come to a dead end? Just end it all? Or is there something else? What happens when you just wait because there is nothing you can do? You watch. And all you see is what goes on that is happening of itself: you're breathing, the wind is blowing, the trees are waving, your blood is circulating, your nerves are tingling. It's all going on of itself. Just as your brain is functioning properly without you forcing it. But, you know, that's the real you. The you that goes on of itself." -Alan Watts