This most likely resonates the Friday night story of all 20 somethings… How was the weekend, what did you do…most questions, most answers, most conversations center around booze- the weekend vice…
We take the pill of ‘life-which- we- do- not- appreciate’ each week and detoxicate ourselves with booze each weekend. Running from Mondays to Fridays so that the rest two days are spent in a manner that they do not even register in memory…the least the recollection, the better they were spent.
What is it that makes booze and weekends a great combination?
They are both tangible examples of Escapism. Now don’t take me wrong…I am a big fan of all three-weekends, booze and escapism –hence no offenses meant. But escapism is there for sure. Escapism to own what we do, or rather to disown that we are doing nothing about what we want to do.
There is this baton that TGIF comes with. Weekdays take the brunt but hand it back on Fridays. And it’s painful to handle it for 3 nights-we quickly want to run and pass it on –this baton of purposeless, futile and aimless flight. The baton which comes with the realization that we have put all the fire and zest in us at back burner, and hard to admit, have sneaked in the herd….another rat in the race..
Look around yourself on a beach or wherever you feel you can easily introspect, there are clones of you in alternate lives-some making plans, some ignoring them-like you and some others have given in to the fact that they are no longer trying….
I feel these 10% people who are planning or have resigned from it are convinced, maybe non drinkers and so much better than those still fooling themselves.
Frankly there is nothing wrong in drinking and forgetting. You can do some wonderful things that ways…things that can change life as you know it- few last till the buzz, other surface till much after that …if they are beautiful, no regrets…if aren’t….bear it…
Part and parcel of unspoken code you sign the moment that bottle opens. Weekends are subject to risks, read the labels carefully.
But drinking to forget is a bit complicated…make it a habit, you make yourself one in the herd. No harm frankly if you choose to be that. Just be aware and accept.
Drink, Stay Hungry, Act Foolish....ALARM...SNOOZE...Monday.
“ Mama can tell me I’m going nowhere, I’m just a prisoner of my fate…”
We take the pill of ‘life-which- we- do- not- appreciate’ each week and detoxicate ourselves with booze each weekend. Running from Mondays to Fridays so that the rest two days are spent in a manner that they do not even register in memory…the least the recollection, the better they were spent.
What is it that makes booze and weekends a great combination?
They are both tangible examples of Escapism. Now don’t take me wrong…I am a big fan of all three-weekends, booze and escapism –hence no offenses meant. But escapism is there for sure. Escapism to own what we do, or rather to disown that we are doing nothing about what we want to do.
There is this baton that TGIF comes with. Weekdays take the brunt but hand it back on Fridays. And it’s painful to handle it for 3 nights-we quickly want to run and pass it on –this baton of purposeless, futile and aimless flight. The baton which comes with the realization that we have put all the fire and zest in us at back burner, and hard to admit, have sneaked in the herd….another rat in the race..
Look around yourself on a beach or wherever you feel you can easily introspect, there are clones of you in alternate lives-some making plans, some ignoring them-like you and some others have given in to the fact that they are no longer trying….
I feel these 10% people who are planning or have resigned from it are convinced, maybe non drinkers and so much better than those still fooling themselves.
Frankly there is nothing wrong in drinking and forgetting. You can do some wonderful things that ways…things that can change life as you know it- few last till the buzz, other surface till much after that …if they are beautiful, no regrets…if aren’t….bear it…
Part and parcel of unspoken code you sign the moment that bottle opens. Weekends are subject to risks, read the labels carefully.
But drinking to forget is a bit complicated…make it a habit, you make yourself one in the herd. No harm frankly if you choose to be that. Just be aware and accept.
Drink, Stay Hungry, Act Foolish....ALARM...SNOOZE...Monday.
“ Mama can tell me I’m going nowhere, I’m just a prisoner of my fate…”
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