Free from the act of jumping out of my bed to remove the contents of my stomach while tripping over my own feet, I’ve denied myself the precious boundaries that keep me from making the same mistakes again. Sure, you could argue that I’ll head back to the bar either way, but there’s just something unsettling about consistently repeating your mistakes without consequences.
Hangovers give me a reason to take a break from excessive drinking. They teach me to not be such an idiot—and I think we should value our teachers more in this country. They are like the harsh winter that makes you appreciate the glorious summer. They are the Yin to the Yang. Without hangovers or you’re nothing more than a spoiled jerk who never learns his lesson.