As I get older, I think late nights get harder to recover from. In my younger years, despite sleeping next to zero hours, I would be so quick to jump into the next event. Now however I find myself well ahead of time preparing my body, mind and soul for the torment of hangovers after a big night.
I find myself feeling like half a person the next day as though a sordid, crumpled plastic bag drifting through the wind but not in a poetically beautiful American Beauty/Katy Perry kind of way. It's nausea and reflux, the mental slowness and the moody irritability that make the next day so terrible. The truth is, I have fond memories when I was a young underage drinker binging my ego’s worth of beer in efforts to experiment/socialise with fellow friends and the subsequent day where we also questioned our existence. Therefore, it leads to believe this feeling isn’t new, so what is?
I guess when we were kids, we had a lot more time, and we didn’t have as many responsibilities/commitments to juggle. So a day that was written off wouldn’t be as impactful as now when mathematically, half our waking hours of weekdays are taken up by work, and now a weekend day represents 22% of our available free time outside of work. Although people probably consider it more like 50% since weekday hours outside of work aren’t as subjectively valuable to most. So perhaps that is why the older we get, we choose to spend our time far more wisely than hungover. The problem is, getting drunk/messed up every now and then is just so goddamn fun in the moment.
In retrospect, I realise that my fellow university friends at the time, when I was 21 and we were going hard party-wise, were my age right now. I now commend the effort they made to keep up, and also understand why one of them simply just turned up parties at nights only and seemingly slept 16h the rest of the day during that binge/convention week.
Questioning my own existence (well not really because I have half a brain) so bye.
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