@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself here again and

I still think it's hilarious when I refer to myself that way.

Couldn't Think of a Name

I don't overthink things.

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I'm not sure why I'm posting this today.

It wasn't that long ago when I got totally smashed on wine and thought it would be wise to start telling stories on my blog here.

I'm so glad it didn't turn into a mess of feelings. I didn't get that tanked though.

I've seen people get behind the blog after drinking. They wake up, they delete the post. The meltdowns can be humorous but I feel sorry for them. It's hard to recover from drunken mistakes.

I read my previous post this morning when I woke up with a hangover. My heart was pounding. It turns out, rather than making drunken mistakes, I jokingly pointed out a few drunken mistakes I made long ago. Sometimes I feel like I'm one of only a handful of people who can look back at their life, remember the dumb shit, and just have a laugh about it.

I used to be a heavy drinker. My life wasn't bad back then, I was bored with it. I didn't have this ability to think back and laugh either. My mistakes would weigh me down. What if did this instead? Why did I do that? I should have said this instead of that. That's not a healthy mind. No amount of pills, booze, or any other kind of self medicating can take that away.

I think it all boils down to making a choice. Rather than dwelling, I just started to give myself an internalized kick in the ass. In life, we can't redo a test. Learn and move on. That's the only option.

I used to worry a lot too. I still care about my future and try to make decisions that might prevent problems down the road, but I don't worry.

When I was very young, I was quite shy in a classroom setting. I didn't like reading aloud in front of the class. Every kid got a chance to read a paragraph or two. Up and down the rows of desks, my turn is getting closer and closer and with every paragraph I'd shake more and more. Then it was my turn and I'd read. Nothing bad ever happened.

Why was I worried? Because I thought something would go wrong. I couldn't predict the future, yet I was trying to. That's all worry really is. An idiotic attempt at predicting the future. I was wrong every single time I tried that. Now that I know I suck at predicting the future, I don't worry.

There's an example of my hazy mind after a few bottles of wine.

No Ragrets

Enjoy the art.

Have a nice day.

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