I have a rant to make...
I just had to run to the part exactly opposite of where I live my city, and find a place I've never heard about before, to find some people in a car that I didn't know (neither the car nor the people), as they were some friends of my father who were in a car in which they brought my father from where he was, as he was incredibly drunk. I've never seen him like this before. He's a genius... literally, he's been called a genius by many people... he's an intellectual, he's intelligent, prudent, reserved and a bit too shy... How could he get in the state that he was? I cannot understand this.
He couldn't speak... he was doing the same signs with his hands over and over again, and he couldn't say anything else than yes and no (in Romanian there's a certain way of making some sounds that are understood as yes and no, without opening your mouth - I know English has them too, at least the yes one, but I don't know how to spell something like that). He couldn't even think properly.
"R" and "S" were totally impossible for him to say... each time he had to say a word that contains either of the two (and... I think the huge majority of the words in Romanian contain at least one of those as those are the most used consonants, AFAIK) he made incomprehensible sounds and his tongue was sticking out of his mouth like if he was going to pass out... I think that's why he always avoided speaking.
He couldn't walk at all... he was walking in zigzags, and he broke the window of a car with his elbow, after falling on it. If I wouldn't have helped him, I don't think he would have made it all the way home... the problem was that he wasn't actually sure where he lived.

He fell about 20 times until we got home, and he dropped his hat... probably around 50 times until he finally allowed me to carry it for him...
Once home, he couldn't get undressed. He took his shoes off, his suit (yes he was actually in a suit, and a very nice one actually!), and he tried to put his suit... somewhere (I'm not sure where he was trying to put it), but he missed the target always and he was soon just surrounded by a lot of clothes. He then wanted to put on some slippers, but I kept giving him the left one and he kept trying to put his left foot in the right one, though I kept telling him that the one in my hand is the correct one... He also did something else but that's way too embarrassing to post here.
My conclusion: after my mother left us (well she technically didn't leave) after cheating on my father with a different man every 3-4 days, and after being addicted and doing some of the most perverted things I can think of (I know for a fact that she has had sex with a 14 year old boy - I know
everything as I broke into her email and IM account when I became worried that she might be doing illegal stuff), and after destroying my father's life and putting us into a bank loan of about 60 times my father's monthly salary, I see my father, the idol of all his students (he's a professor) getting drunk like that and doing all this silly stuff... it's seriously painful. I think I lived in these 15 years a lot more problems than some people had in their entire life. And trust me, I've had a lot more than what I wrote here (including being virtually homeless for 3 months, and sometimes not having money to buy enough food...).
My conclusion:
I WILL SURVIVE! I will leave this place in a maximum of 2 years, I will go to study somewhere at the tropics... I know it!! I've never been sure of anything else in the future as much as I am of this. I will become well-known (well, the truth is I already am, here, but I mean worldwide), and I know I will definitely overcome all the financial problems! I have a whole life ahead of myself, and I want to make it bright. You can't possibly understand on the Internet how bad I want it and how determined I can be. I will do it!! I know I will!!! I have to! I have the power to!