Ostrich in the sand?!

Everyone has (or does regularly, say every Saturday night) sent silly, sad, angry, loving, caring or just plain stupid text messages while under the influence of alcohol. I have to admit I am no exception and does this fairly frequently. Mostly harmless stuff no one would take notice off, sometimes with more delicate content I then have to excuse the next day.

Up til last year this was really no problem as my phone never stored sent messages and if I suspected that stupid messages had been sent I could just let it go with a quick, "oh, I was drunk last night, hope you didn't take offence or anything" and the other person would say, "no, can't remember a thing either, no worries."

Now however all sent messages are automatically stored and I find myself waking up the next day thinking "WHAT THE?", did I actually write that?? As a reponse to what?? I quickly check the inbox, but find it empty as I delete most messages as soon as I get them and therefore often have no recollection of what absurd things I've dignified with an answer. As a combat to this rather akward, not to mention embarrazing sensation I have gone on auto-pilot and now automatically deletes sent messages as soon as they are written, just to limit the number of evidences of my intricate behaviour.

A bit like an ostrich in the sand actually. Dig, dig, schuffle, schuffle. Big hole, a bit bigger. Head in. Sand on top. What I can not see is not a problem, and therefore not an issue at all.

A bit like my trip to Nicaragua. It's next Friday and I'm jotting off at 4am in the morning. Haven't considering locating my passport even. But as long as I am not going tomorrow it's not a problem. I have the time of the day.

Gotta realize soon that one day I will be going tomorrow.