Sunday hangovers and alcohol realisation

by Emma

I awoke this morning with a sweet wrapper stuck to my face and my clothes trying to suffocate me. My head felt fluffy and my reflection almost scared the mirror. Yes, I was the victim of alcohol intoxication last night.

Truthfully, I am not one to participate in wild nights now. The younger version of me engaged in enough to last a lifetime, and now I find pleasure in the comforts of life. These do not include vicious and spiteful hangovers. I can almost hear the voice sneering ‘Na nana na na’.

So today as I nurse my pounding head and swear off the taste of sambuca and raspberry vodka, I also feel smug in the notion that I am indeed not missing out on the social factor. Give me a tasty meal and a cosy night over a crowded and beer fuelled pub full of strangers any day. I’m saving my beer fuelled mood for enjoying summer evenings in exotic places or partying with family and friends.

As I get older, I realise the importance of moments and experiences. I want to enjoy every one.. and saviour the memories. My idea of fun is no longer running from reality, and losing myself in drunken or high oblivion. Life is amazing and I am high daily, simply with the pure realisation of being alive.
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The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

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