Bartending

For the past four years, in order to pay for my psychology degree, I’ve been working as a bartender. Bartending may seem dull--and at times it is--but it’s also incredibly fascinating. At least, to me, it is. That’s because alcohol makes people truthful.

It lets their inner child sing. They tell me their wildest wishes, deepest dreams, most outlandish desires. And I listen to it all.

Humans. They’re all so fascinating.

And yet, overpowering all the tears of happiness and celebration, are the cries of regret. They drink to forget their regret. Ha. That rhymes. Must be true.

Here, alcoholics are honest children, begging deep down for a second chance. But I can’t give it to them. I can only give them another drink.