Alchohol. Because it is like an old reliable freind. One whom no matter how much you neglect in favour of more popular and exciting folk, deride as brutish and crude, loudly relegate to the vestige of your unenlightened past, remains loyal. One day, you realise that your new freinds are somewhat hollow and psychotic. The novelty and enjoyment of staying awake all night with them getting up to zany antics has instead given way to frequent and creepy auditory hallucinations, a pale, sickly pallor and a persistant eye tic which makes you look half insane. You crave the warm simplicity of a cool beer, glass of claret, or even a nice bloody mary. Chastened, you drag your shattered soul back to the bar, and hey, despite all your nasty mistreatment... Alchohol forgives. Cheers.
Hmm, upon reading that over... The level and manner of alchohol personification in which I have engaged seems a little unhealthy. Slippery slope? Shit!
*puts down drink*