just a thought.

last friday night.

disclaimer just to start with: i actually love this song. i’m not going all holier-than-thou on katy perry or anything, i was just watching glee and they sang that song, and that’s what sparked this whole chain of thought.
anyways.

the biggest of a whole lot of reasons why i never want to get drunk, up there with God not being a fan and alcohol just being gross: you don’t get to remember things.

if you glance over any of the rest of the things that i’ve written, you figure out pretty quick that i LOVE to remember. there’s no point in a “good time” if it can’t become a good memory. it scares me when people tell me that something happened and i don’t remember it.

i’m still mad that i’ve actually been to new york because i was four and i have absolutely no memory of it. and my first time at camp is such a blur it gives me a headache to think about it. the idea of having a whole string of new york’s and camp 2003’s doesn’t sound good to me.

so as much fun as it may be at the time, why would you voluntarily put yourself into a state where you won’t remember what you did later, plus killing off your brain so you can’t live as long, so you’re basically wasting your current life and cutting off your later life? i don’t ever want to know what that feels like.

just a thought.

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