You know that disgusting feeling you have when you're hungover? That feeling like, "man, i feel bloody miserable and I don't want to live" type of feeling? Its funny how a fun night spent drinking, doing crazy things you don't have to excuse yourself for, and telling all your secrets to anyone who wants to hear can lead up to consequences such as a nasty headache, nausea, and overall pissy-moodness. I guess in a way it just means that there are always consequences to having too much fun, and that everybody has to pay for what joy they can get one way or another.

But on the other hand, I guess being hungover has its upsides. I mean, it isn't until you're hungover that you realize how privileged you are; there are people around you to take care of you, there is access to resources, nutrients, and food that can help you feel better. Sometimes we forget how fortunate we are and we have to resort to feeling like crap in order to realize it. But I also think it is good to have those crappy days, besides, one never knows the true meaning of compassion without suffering. We all have to go through trials to realize our blessings.