Blissful Living

I went out last night and partied with some friends pretty hard. I
seem to have forgotten that it was a Thursday night and I had to work
the next morning. So, when 3:00 rolled around and I was just getting
home, my ass was pretty tired by the time I had to get up to go to
work. I had a great time and do not regret anything. The bad part is
just trying to make it through the day without passing out and then
just crashing when I got home. Sometimes you just have to party hard
and forget about everything else that is going on in your life at
that moment.

I have faced some pretty emotional crap lately, so just going out and
getting wasted was what the doctor ordered. I know, I know... this is not
going to solve anything and I'm just trying to repress some pent up
emotions. But you know what... I don't give a damn. I like living my
life in denial. You know what they say, "Ignorance is bliss".

I used to think that knowing everything was a better way of living.
You know, if you were married and your spouse cheats on you, it would
be better to know the truth than to live in ignorance. Or if you knew
someone and they didn't like you, then it would be better to know the
truth. But now I think differently, because if the knowledge does not
make your life any better then it really isn't useful information. I
wanted to control my situations so that I would decrease any chances
of feeling pain. This is not a very good way to live your life. I was
constantly stressed when things didn't turn out as I had predicted or
planned. I was fighting the tides, so to speak. I have learned now to
go with the flow and let the tides take me wherever. It's a big ocean
out there and there is so much to see and do. So far, the tides have
not let me down and I am constantly growing from the new experiences.

Okay, enough of the philosophical bullshit for the evening. Once
again, I'm telling you... the nights I go out drinking are the nights
that I have the best ideas floating around in my head. Seriously,
think about it. Some of the most artistic and brilliant people in the
world were always on some kind of drug or were crazy somehow. Maybe
this is my grand plan in life... get lit up and then philosophize
with the other drunk people. Is that even a word, philosophize? I
would look it up, but I'm too lazy and well... nope that's it... I'm
just too lazy. Oh, sorry about that side distraction. Where was I? Oh
yeah, I could philosophize with the other drunk people and then we
could create these grand theories of life and perhaps solve some of
the great mysteries in life. Unfortunately, we would all be drunk so
we would have forgotten everything by the morning.