I have just come out of the most awesome weekend ever. My thirtieth birthday party ad the next day a cousin's wedding. Greek parties both, hundreds of people there.
I was hacked off and feeling sorry for myself for turning into an old man so I did the most logical thing I could do and drunk myself stupid. Not something that I do very often, since 'alcohol destroys brain cells' and all that stuff and more importantly booze tastes like urine.
In any event I had more to drink over the past two days than I had in the two years preceding.
And you know what - it was unreal
It was fkn AWESOME
I got loud, I got chatty, I had a dance, I got into a fight with one of my cousins and it didn't hurt, and everything just felt so warm and happy
And you know what, the fat chicks at the wedding appeared more desireable. What gives???
Alcohol and by extension drugs must be awesome. No wonder they are illegal
The best part about the whole experience is that I could discern no negative consequences whatsoever. I woke up the next day fit and fighting and while my liver was sooking a bit I fixed it with a hearty breakfast.
I am not so attached to my neurons that I wouldn't sacrifice a few at the alter of physical exultation.
My problem is that all that is balderdash. It's true, but it's balderdash. I need to experience some negative consequences before my mind unconsciously decides that drinking on a regular basis is a'good idea'.
I was hacked off and feeling sorry for myself for turning into an old man so I did the most logical thing I could do and drunk myself stupid. Not something that I do very often, since 'alcohol destroys brain cells' and all that stuff and more importantly booze tastes like urine.
In any event I had more to drink over the past two days than I had in the two years preceding.
And you know what - it was unreal

It was fkn AWESOME
I got loud, I got chatty, I had a dance, I got into a fight with one of my cousins and it didn't hurt, and everything just felt so warm and happy


Alcohol and by extension drugs must be awesome. No wonder they are illegal
The best part about the whole experience is that I could discern no negative consequences whatsoever. I woke up the next day fit and fighting and while my liver was sooking a bit I fixed it with a hearty breakfast.
I am not so attached to my neurons that I wouldn't sacrifice a few at the alter of physical exultation.
My problem is that all that is balderdash. It's true, but it's balderdash. I need to experience some negative consequences before my mind unconsciously decides that drinking on a regular basis is a'good idea'.