life as i know it (circa 4:50 am)

its nearly five after one of the longest treks home from a bar ever. im sure there have been longer. i left Morrisons 2 on szent iftvan utca and talked to a cabby who wanted to get me desperately into a stripclub down the street. all i wanted was a nightbus home. he directed me to the next main intersection which was the Oktogon. I have been there before and i recognized it immmediatley. i got on the 906 busz heading what i believed to be across the river to Buda. eventually after 25 mins i realized that wherever this bus was going wasntg where i wanted to be. i spoke to a nice Hungarian lady who didnt speak any english, (nor I any Hungarian, making it very difficult to speak) but our body language confirmed that 1. i was drink. 2. she was sympathetic. 3. she knew where she was and 4. i did not. i continued to travel on the bus and i began talking to these greek people once my hungarian friend left. stereotypically enough they were looking for gyros. they were very kind and eager to chat, but were determined to get gyros. after my drunken attempt at egg in toast ( i ate only the egg, leaving the toast for tomorrow) i feel like maybe the gyros wouldnt have been so bad. looking back on my experience im sure that i shouldve got off the busz there. i did not because i was waiting for Musvckva ter. i did not see the stop and continued on across the bridge back to the side i came from! i got off the busz and decided the best thing i could do would be to walk. the busz is a useless hunk of metal and a waste of sweet precious youthful fun time so i got off the busz and walked. i did not know where i was nor of course how to get home. i was planning to walk across the bridge and to the left. until i saw the bright white lights of the gellert hotel and i knew where i was. i turned right and began the walk home. the odd thing about Hungarian telephone companies is that it is cheaper to phone Canada than to phone Hungary. so I spoke to my lovely young princess girlfriend for most of the way home. i did not have much battery left however, and as i was telling her how it might be better if i slept on top of gellert hill instead of going home because i gave my housemate my keys because he did not come out the phone died and i was immediately concerned that i actually did what i told her i was doing. i began to run drunkenly down the street towards home, a run that i have done so many times already, and that today i could only do in short (but strong) bursts of energy without my legs disintegrating beneath me. i made it home and buzzed 47 and after two attempts trevor answered and my life was saved and i made egg and toast ( a really poor version) and called Lauren to tell her that i was home and not on Gellert Hill. she showed no concern whatsoever, assumed that my phone died and that i made it home safely. are we telepathic or does she know that im just a silly boy?
the point of my whole story is that sometimes in life i believe you have to step out of who you are to get a better understanding. its not enough to live life as yourself, for example, tight and serious and predictable and glum, youve got to reach out to the people around you, the greeks who want gyros, the hungarians who know youre entire story without speaking to you, youre girlfriend who is halfway across the world and somehow even more precious than shes ever been. sometimes its not enough to "be yourself" youve got to be something else, something different, whether that is better or worse it is for you to decide (NOTE: this exercise in self awareness SHOULD make you better, not worse). but please do not limit yourself to the boundaries of your mind. constantly expand them.