The Big Green House

Tuesday, February 18, 2003

 

Dizzy in the head and I�m feelin� bad�

Feeling very sluggish and somewhat disoriented tonight; the kind of feeling I would have spent a lot of money to obtain, back in my twenties. This time around it�s not so much fun, even if it is free. (Actually, it wasn�t always fun back then, either. I never could predict which way it was gonna go � lotsa laffs & fun or five hours of asocial catatonia. And now you know why I stopped.)

Why are humans such buzzmongers, anyway? What is it that draws us to do things which we know are bad for us, simply because they feel good for a while? We intentionally make ourselves stupid, voluntarily give up coherent speech and motor skills, vomit all over our date�s prom dress*� and we�re proud of it afterwards. What compels us to boast about our overindulgences? If I had a dime for every conversation I�ve either participated in myself or overheard which began with some variation of �Dude, I got so wasted last night�� well, I�d have a lot of dimes**, that�s for sure.

And before anyone accuses me of riding the high*** horse, I�ve certainly killed my share of brain cells in my time. I�m hoping that only the weaker cells were destroyed � the ones that made me think that six cloves of garlic in a small batch of pesto was a good idea****, for example � but so far it doesn�t look good.

*OK, I never did that last one, but only because my girlfriend and I decided to blow off the prom for Laserium � which of course required getting baked in the parking lot beforehand. If memory serves, which is a fifty-fifty proposition these days, back then we would have said that we �got fried� in the parking lot. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

**At least enough for a case of Heineken Dark, which was the beer of choice amongst us teenage dumb-asses back in the day. We were convinced that the dark version was stronger, and therefore better, than their regular lager. This had no bearing on fact, of course, but that didn�t stop us from believing it.

***Completely unintentional, I assure you.

****It wasn�t. Usually I believe that you can never have too much sex or garlic; I have proven half of that saying to be false, and it ain�t the nooky half.

bmarkey 2/18/2003 10:32:00 PM