One of my new favorite terms...
emotional hangover.
OMG, it's really true.
Think about all the times you've had one.
After a big old fashioned bender of a fight...
whether it is a screaming match kind,
or (my personal non-favorite)
passive-aggressive, inuendo tossing, not-so-sure-what-just-happened
melee...
Sometimes they just make you have to sleep it off and eat something
really comfy for breakfast.
Some vacuum the life out of you for days.
Make you a little fuzzy around the edges.
First it just sucks.
you head hurts...your heart hurts,
then, as the day wears on, you are just a little bit slow.
A little bit confused...
and thinking...what really happened?
Maybe you were just so intoxicated by the drama of it all,
that you can't quite put your finger on what went down.
you remember who took the first shot, but after
downing shot after shot, it starts to get hazy.
What gets me is the people out there
I will call them the emotionoholics, thank you
who can keep pouring and keep partying
binging day after day on the toxic liquor, conditioned so well,
that they no longer feel the effects of the hangover.
But the rest of us have to deal with their drunk debating,
their inhibition-less swaying and swerving, and learn to just get out of the way.
The worst ones, however, are the ones that sneak up on you.
The ones who keep pouring just a little more in your tank when your back is turned,
so you aren't paying attention to how much you are taking in.
It's subtle.
Maybe the bitter liquor is masked with sweetness.
Look out for those...those are the hangovers that really come back to bite you.
(Remembering my mother's advice when I went to college...don't drink the sweet stuff,
it's never sweet coming back up...good advice...saved me many a night )
The ones' that seem all sugary and innocent,
are really Kamikazi's that will hit you out of nowhere!
I have decided it is really all the same disease, if you haven't figured that out by now :)
Doesn't matter what the "ism" is,
its all the same to me.
I've gotten pretty good at spotting them a mile away.
And I have decided for my own safety and sanity, it is best to regard these drunkards from a comfortable
distance.
Much like you do that relative at a wedding...
and yes, we all have one.
Wave across the room, smile nicely, and when they start to head your way,
put your cell phone to your ear, look concerned and
head to the nearest exit.
Besides...they're all ready stumbling.
No need to risk vomit on your shoes.
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