Why You Shouldn’t Dread a Hangover

You’re wrong about your hangovers being terrible. You’re wrong to drown in a bottle and complain about your feelings the next day. The hangover is the ugly sister of your date to the party; she’s got to come along for you to get your way. If you can’t tolerate the circumstances, don’t agree to the invitation. The drinking. The fucking. The paradise bender supplied by the poison of the body and freedom of the mind. You will drink, you will become hungover. This is your body and life, this is part of you now; this is part of your freedom.

Don’t waste time complaining about scraped knees after escaping the gates and confines of responsibilities and anxieties. This juggling and jostling from normality will always result in a few eggs being broken. Keep enough conviction to stand by the decision you made yesterday, today. The freedom of mind and inhibition is not one for the weak, not one for the ignorant, not one for the easily broken down. With great drinking comes great responsibility. With living life comes the next day, comes the consequences, the pain, heartbreak, sadness, and defeat. Life is the catch 22, drinking just the mediator. Only the champions of the hangover continue to feel sorry for themselves, then dwell in the same sorrow they were drinking to escape from. Drinking is not the answer, but it can be a lifeboat. To complain about the leftover drunkenness is to succumb to the cluelessness that put you here in the first place. Here in this hungover stupor of the same life, same shoes, same ideas you wore yesterday. Stand strong in your sentencing of the drink.

The drink is freeing, the pain is proof. Swimming in heartbreak and misery ends similarly, forever. Don’t be a statistic, stand up and become the survivor. Nobody else cares about your hangover, why should you? Today is a new day, drink it in. Upon waking up, badly hungover, make the bold, unfavorable decision to be good. Thank your glorious hangover for providing precisely the inverse of feelings you felt the night before. It’s too easy to sit in bed in the dark, soaking up the gloom and spilling over the rim with regret. The world is happening, and it’s happening today. The sky doesn’t care about the choices you made yesterday, and being alive is too much a celebration to try and avoid, even for one day. The good that comes doesn’t concern itself with waiting around, patiently, until you feel up to task. Make the decision to be this good, to create this good, and not to stifle the good of others.

It’s easy to do this drunk, but it doesn’t take courage to get drunk, it takes indifference, and indifference is easy. To stare down a horrendous hangover with defiance and fearlessness builds character, and character is needed for accomplishment. Character is needed for life; there are already enough people choosing to live without it. Last night, you were on top of the world. Today, the world is on top of you. Congratulations, most people keep the same perspective for their entire lives, and you just stumbled upon a new one. In the midst of your agony, set your sights on the good. When you can find and create this good within the hellish depravity of your currently malnourished mind, you will learn to find it elsewhere. Let the rest of the world focus on the bad. The bad will always be there, and that’s no reason to let it spoil your perfectly good hangover.

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