Oh, My Head…

“Who has woe?  Who has sorrow?  Who has strife?  Who has complaints?  Who has needless bruises?  Who has bloodshot eyes?  Those who linger over wine, who go to sample bowls of mixed wine.”  –Proverbs 23:29-30

When I was younger, I was able to go out and party pretty hard with hardly any morning-after repercussions.  I’d hit the bar when they’d open, have half a dozen drinks, knock back another dozen shots, and around 1am, Scooter would walk me to the car, where I’d pass out for the ride home.  I’d wake up the next morning a little bit on the sleepy side, but otherwise okay.

And then I started getting closer to 27.

Call it growing up, call it a lower tolerance level, whatever you want.  All I know is that nowadays by Drink #4, I’m good and toasted, and the morning after I’m threatening suicide.  The air conditioner is too loud, the clouds are too bright, and if that dog barks one more time, I swear to God I’m going to slaughter it, even if it means that I have to roll out of bed, which is going to be difficult, considering my pinkies weigh 185 pounds apiece.  Once I do get up, I spend the day in a state of constant hunger, because even though I feel like I’m starving, the thought of putting anything near my mouth nauseates me.  Conversation is all but impossible as I walk around in a comatose haze until about 5pm.

What on Earth compels us to make bad decisions?  Not just drinking ourselves into oblivion, but floating checks, skipping out on work, skipping out on breakfast, driving with the “Check Engine” light on for two months, telling lies, telling gossip, telling dirty jokes to our grandmothers.  We set the cruise control at 8 miles per hour over the speed limit.  We go to the tanning salon and fake-bake 3 times a week.

So why, then, are we surprised when the Po-Po writes us a ticket, or the rent check bounces, or your best friend gets pissed that you were talking smack about her, or the car dies on the side of the road during rush hour, or the doctor finds a weird mole on the back of your neck?  And who should we be upset with?  And who should we blame?

I’m not saying that bad things don’t happen; there are some things that happen to us that are unpreventable.  My point is that most things, to some extent, are preventable, and it’s up to us to do what we can to make wise decisions.  If and when you do screw something up, own up to it and learn something from it–trust me, it will make you a better person.

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One Response to Oh, My Head…

  1. vickie schultz Merwin says:

    Nikki,, I think this is the best one yet! It is me to the “T”. I am learning,, slow, but sure. The drinking thing,, some-one told me ,, not to long-a-go,,, it is not a race,, but a marathon…. so,, cheerz!! May someday we share a drink or two….

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