Not sure why this inspired me to return. . .
So last year in Korea a friend asked me if I had ever woken up feeling like a caricature of myself, but being the egotistical, narcissistic wanker that I am, I of course responded that, "No, not really, I hadn't."
Well, the moment has come to eat my own words. This Monday I woke up and did indeed feel like a caricature of myself. This weekend I basically devolved into some hideous, alcohol fueled, feral creature of hedonism. A late Friday night is not uncommon, nor are both late Friday and Saturday nights. The truly ridiculous part is that both Saturday day and Sunday day I decided hanging out at a bar with some friends would be a good idea, oh yes, and a Sunday night late nighter house party because Monday was a holiday. By the time I woke up on Monday with the second worst hang over of my life, I found myself asking myself(this is quite a sort of Russian phrase) who the hell had I become that any of the decisions I made, especially as they became increasingly imprudent, had seemed like good ones at the time to me. As the hang over has passed and feeling like a normal, physically healthy human being has returned also has the feeling that last weekend was a colossal waste to the dregs of hedonism and that the person who made those decisions must clearly be kept separate from the person sitting here typing today.
I guess this sort of inspired me to post at this journal again for a few reasons 1) I needed to kind of vent about this sort of bizarre, alcohol induced existential conundrum 2) I needed to chronicle my feelings on the matter in case I am ever, for any reason tempted to think this sort of bender is anything but a terrible idea again and 3) when I have personal crises I tend to resolve them by returning to where I am most comfortable with myself, which is nerd-dom.
Anywho, I suppose just thank god that is over, and may it serve as a reminder to never do something stupid like it again for a good long time.
Well, the moment has come to eat my own words. This Monday I woke up and did indeed feel like a caricature of myself. This weekend I basically devolved into some hideous, alcohol fueled, feral creature of hedonism. A late Friday night is not uncommon, nor are both late Friday and Saturday nights. The truly ridiculous part is that both Saturday day and Sunday day I decided hanging out at a bar with some friends would be a good idea, oh yes, and a Sunday night late nighter house party because Monday was a holiday. By the time I woke up on Monday with the second worst hang over of my life, I found myself asking myself(this is quite a sort of Russian phrase) who the hell had I become that any of the decisions I made, especially as they became increasingly imprudent, had seemed like good ones at the time to me. As the hang over has passed and feeling like a normal, physically healthy human being has returned also has the feeling that last weekend was a colossal waste to the dregs of hedonism and that the person who made those decisions must clearly be kept separate from the person sitting here typing today.
I guess this sort of inspired me to post at this journal again for a few reasons 1) I needed to kind of vent about this sort of bizarre, alcohol induced existential conundrum 2) I needed to chronicle my feelings on the matter in case I am ever, for any reason tempted to think this sort of bender is anything but a terrible idea again and 3) when I have personal crises I tend to resolve them by returning to where I am most comfortable with myself, which is nerd-dom.
Anywho, I suppose just thank god that is over, and may it serve as a reminder to never do something stupid like it again for a good long time.