Wine as well. Not sure what happened, but yesterday when I told a guy that the Hillside Cuvee is my favorite and he asked me to explain myself, I just felt annoyed, and disconnected, curious, and again annoyed. Annoyed as fuck. WHY is it my favorite?…. Okay let’s stop at that question. Once I tell this dick my reasoning, then what happens? Does that affect his conception and opinion of the wine? Does it make his life better? Will I seem more credible as a wine person? Why is it my favorite?
Mostly because go fuck yourself.
The entire rest of the day I felt free, unrestricted, with new sight. Wine anymore is confusing me… why am I doing it? Why was I there in that fucking cave rather than writing, prepping a talk in one of my English 1B sections, or enjoying some coffee at the Vine Street Starbucks and taking notes. What am I still doing in the wine business grip? I should only be writing wine, not pouring it… Today could be that day, the one where I give notice and never come back. Well, to write about wine yes and all the weird shit people say at a tasting, but not to pour, not to do anything serious. Not anymore.