The problem with hangovers isn’t the sore head or the niggling nausea.
The REAL problem with hangovers is the insistent knock-knocking of non-specific guilt.
Guilt about having offended somebody, or made a dick of yourself.
But also (and this is the bit to drop RIGHT NOW), guilt about being “unproductive” and useless as you potter about feeling like your digestive system is inverted.
YOU took a decision to get drunk, to let your hair down and, most likely, to enjoy yourself.
NOW take a decision to indulge your hangover. This is the price to pay for a good night on the sauce.
DO NOT COMPLAIN. DO NOT MOAN.
YING/YANG, ACTION/REACTION, DRUNK/HUNGOVER
The world won’t stop if you put on a weepy film, eat ice-cream and drink lemonade all day long. Give yourself permission to have a day off. Guilt will eat at you, given a chance, so tackle it head-on.
“Hello Mr. Hangover. Nice to see you. What a perfect excuse for doing nothing.”
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Disclaimer – if you’re over twenty-five and experiencing hangovers more than two or three times a week, ignore this advice and get some real help. You need it.
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Does this also work if you’re not hungover? Lazy February Sunday when you just can’t be bothered doing anything? Overwhelming guilt that I’m not visiting a museum, doing a walk, or similar….
“Good morning Sunday – perfect excuse for doing NOTHING AT ALL. ROCK AND ROLL!”
Seriously, guilt that you’re not at a museum? I see another post on the horizon “Thou shalt not adhere to daft cultural expectations”. Sundays are for bloody marys and long lunches, no?
I’m kidding.
Indulge yourself. Give yourself permission to stay at home and do nothing. It’s OK.
You rock x
Stumbling upon this blog via Stumbleupon (ha, so witty!) has just made my entire work life more unproductive (well, however long it takes me to go through all of them, anyway), but I love it.
Plus my boss is stuffing his face with chocolate as we speak, so he probably doesn’t mind.
BUT, what I really wanted to say:
I really don’t get how most people are ashamed of their hangover. Although I would even go so far as to say that it is mostly girls who are ashamed, which is ridiculous – so you were dancing on the tables yesterday and can’t feel your knees, much less your feet, today, so you made out with some random who you’ll never see again — why get all worked up over it?
That’ll just make the hangover worse.
Either way, I am very happy to announce that I really don’t have this problem, and a horrible hangover once every couple of months never killed anyone!
Also, now that it has blipped on my radar, I will stalk this blog mercilessly.
Cheers.
Nice! That’s exactly how I feel, guilty that I made a fool of myself (which I did haha) and guilty that I haven’t cleaned up the mess from last night….
But who cares, im going to continue bludging
Btw im a web designer, this is a beautifully designed site.