What the f*ck is wrong with me? That’s my question.
Background: My co-worker wanted to have a beer with some of us as today was his last day with our organization. I started with a short beer. I had another. I had a tall beer. And by the time my tall beer arrived, I realized that I was going to be late to class. (I’m taking a Business 201 class at a local university.) What would any normal 33-year-old say to themselves? I imagine it would be
Wow, I probably shouldn’t drink this last tall beer as it will render me 1) unable to make rational decisions and 2) strangely unbalanced.
But nooooooooooooooooo. Instead, I decided to drink the beer and skip class.
The good news: This is class session no. 2. No permanent damage done.
The bad news: What the f*ck is wrong with me?
I feel good right now because I’m sitting in my cube (conveniently located only 50 horizontal feet and 100 vertical feet from the happy hour location) and I’m buzz-ed. What’s better than that? Tomorrow I will be angry with myself. Right now I have 25 minutes left ‘til my bus shows up and I’m feelin’ fine.
How many people can respond to this message with soothing tones and words of encouragement before I have to take off to the bus stop? It’s a contest. GO!!!
Dammit, Genseric! You beat me to it! One of the local gourmet groceries/delis/beer & wine stores had that saying up on their marquee for a couple of months this summer. Very important to keep in mind.
I think what people are trying to tell you, Canty, is not to sweat it.
And yes, I know I’ve missed the bus-stop deadline, but what the hey, I gotta have some fun!
Also, when Jesus turned water into wine at the wedding in Cana, he actually miracled up a few foaming mugs for himself and his disciples, but made wine for everyone else, so they wouldn’t keep bugging him for more beer.
What, that’s not in your Bible? Well, you see, at the Council of Nicaea they excised that portion, as that was not particularly cool of Jesus, so most versions of the Bible don’t have it.
What’s wrong with you?? It’s Friday afternoon, you’re a college student, and you had a beer and your hand, and you considered going to class. Wow, you need to lighten up, that’s way too responsible. Have another beer…
