post-party depression?

i just had a spectacular weekend. i went to my cousin's lakehouse for his graduation party with dan, and as is the norm down there - everyone was drunker than cooter brown before noon. it was great, and i always have such a great time with my mom while she's there. she always seems more relaxed and happy when she's with those people. which makes me happy. she's a little less my mom and a little more one of my drunken college friends that understands about beirut, keg stands and needing a hot dog at 3 am. ha.

it was also really amazing because i seem to have finally found someone that can not only understand and tolerate some of my unusual and obnoxious drunk behavior but sometimes joins in and has also pledged to adjust hi behavior in conjunction with mine. in true molly style, halfway through the afternoon, i feel like passing out, but of course, don't tell anyone where i'm going. dan finds me - 90 minutes later, sleeping in my mom's bed. of course, he was worried and a little upset at first. but after some oh so rational drunken discussion, he promised that from now on, he'll know that that is just something that i do, and he'll keep an eye on me because he just doesn't want anything to happen to me. people are always talking about how the key to a successful relationship is honesty and compromise. but i'm not entirely sure they are just referring to ordering a pizza even though you really want chinese. the most important compromise ... (realizing and understanding the following concept is definitely an important first for me) is realizing that maybe the way you do everything isn't necessarily perfect. that maybe you don't have to defend everything you do just because you thought it was right at one time. you truly find someone you love, and then you bend your outlook on life in certain aspects because the other person just can't. and you know that it will never work otherwise. you apologize even when you know you're right sometimes just because it's more important to the other person in certain instances. and you know the whole time that he'd do the same thing for you and that in the end, everything balances out. because you're never going to find the perfect package deal. there are going to be times when you're going to feel the least in love with that person that you've ever felt and he's going to make me mad and i'm going to hate him. but the love part is getting past all that and knowing that he's the one worth fighting for.

my dad has been right all along. (by the way, realizing that your parents were right about things that you have been arguing with them about since you were a teenager has GOT to be one of the most frustrating things in the world. and it's been happening to me pretty much continuously since sophomore year of college). but he was definitely right about this. if you really and truly love someone, they could never really do anything wrong in your eyes. true love has been romanticized a lot in a variety of different mediums, and so i think that maybe its concept has been run off track a little. and that's bad because i think that fact is partially to blame for the extremely high current divorce rate.

anyway. not that i am the expert on love or anything. maybe i don't have a clue. but i honestly didn't think i could ever feel the way i do right now. it's different. and to me, that's a good sign, because all that other stuff that was the same didn't really work out too well...