Hanging on
Everyone seems to be on the same page when it comes to hangovers. Everyone despises them and constantly keep bitching about them, trying wild hangover remedies only to see them fail. We all have that one friend who is always talking about how much they drank last night and how they won't drink for a while. Lets wish him the best of luck on that, but I'm not here to discuss hangover's negative side or how to cure it. I'm here to describe my hangover zen state.
This is me in my hangover zen state
Enough rambling! I'm now going to tell you how I actually like hangovers, even love them, more than drinking itself. Not that I'm against drinking, but it's quite the degenerate thing, which should be avoided at all costs. I simply love the fresh breeze of creativity, the clarity through a fog, I love the ache that prevents you from giving any shits whatsoever. I tend to start working on the problems that really frustrate me, simply because I'm angry at myself and punish myself. You could call it positive self-destructive behaviour.
About shits
When I'm sober, I tend to gradually start giving more and more shits. Giving shits isn't healthy, it promotes worrying and doesn't get you anywhere. The universe only rewards people who stop caring about what happens and step off the cliff.
Oh
Well, I just realized that this post is much more about me trying to justify my drinking, there's the human brain trying something again. I should just stop thinking and drinking to change the way I conduct my proceedings. Well, fuck.
