No other day in the year can be so blatantly MANUFACTURED as Valentine's Day. Heck, it's even more commercialized than Christmas. At least Christmas, when all the gloss is taken away, stands for something of value. It's a day when people commemorate something that's actually worth commemorating. And I'm not just saying this because I'm currently single. I've felt the same way about February 14 even when I was in a relationship. Do we really need to mark this date on our calenders, so that we can show how much we love our better halves? Can't we show them how much we love them any day of the year? Can't we show them how much we love them EVERY DAY of the year? And if we really want to mark one special day in our calendars, isn't that what anniversaries are for? The day the relationship started--- now that's something worth celebrating. Not some special occasion resulting from some ingenious marketing strategy, giving those huge corporations another excuse to jack up the prices of whatever it is they are selling.
That's why it was perfectly fine that I slept through the whole day. The previous night, I was out drinking with a few friends. I had no work on Valentines, and since I wouldn't be driving home, I planned to get really drunk that night. Dead drunk. I was taunting the bartender, asking him for something much stronger, the strongest concoction he could make, because every drink he was giving me did not even make me tipsy. I guess that challenged him, because the last drink he gave me literally shook my senses.
I couldn't remember several events that happened that night... which is nothing new. I've had blackouts before, and as always I couldn't believe all the things that I've allegedly been doing, except for that one time when they actually caught me on video making a fool of myself. I can't help it. I feel really happy when I'm drunk. False happiness, I know... but it's that great feeling that keeps me coming back for more. No matter how bad I feel the next day, waking up with a splitting headache and puking my guts out, the happiness makes it all worthwhile. If alcohol was a person, she'd be the temptress that I'll be loving for the rest of my life, no matter how bad the consequences are.
Yesterday was the worst morning after. That was the first time that i still felt drunk even after having a few hours of sleep. Usually I just had a headache, but when I woke up that morning I thought I was still dreaming. We slept at a friend's house, and before we were unceremoniously evicted, i puked. Then when we arrived at another friend's house, i puked again. Then I slept for about seven hours. When I woke up, I still didn't feel well rested. There was this persistent salty taste in my mouth, my throat was sore from all that vomiting, and I still felt dizzy and nauseated. i tried to eat dinner, but I puked again after two spoonfuls. It had been more than twelve hours and my tummy still can't tolerate food intake. It seemed that I had gastritis. For the first time, the damage secondary to alcohol didn't seem to be the usual short term variety.
I had to cancel the plans I had. When I got home I just slept. So what if it was Valentine's? It's not like I would be missing a special occasion. When I woke up the next day, I still found it hard to eat much. Stupid gastritis. Why are you taking such a long time to heal?! It's almost 48 hours now, and I still have that salty taste in the mouth, probably resulting from some minor bleeding. And I still can't eat much. I feel bloated and I still feel like puking. I hate this feeling, and earlier I swore I wouldn't drink alcohol again. Yeah right. I wouldn't drink alcohol... for now.
I'll probably be back to my old routine next week when everything is back to normal.
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