Last night, I was on the Net, browsing through relationship bulletin boards, reading strangers’ nightmarish break-up stories for a chuckle. I came across this story about a young woman who, after a painful break-up, goes out drinking with friends and ends up humiliated after showing a group of strangers her boobs in exchange for a couple of tacos.
It got me thinking.
When will we learn that a broken heart and alcohol don’t mix? Whether it’s public exposure or drunken phone messages, a depressant and lowered inhibitions are not a good mix for someone who is in the dumps. I understand the appeal of distraction and escape. But seriously, when was the last time you heard of a depressed, lonely person who was recently rejected by someone they loved, getting wasted and feeling better? In fact, when was the last time you heard of a depressed, lonely person who was recently rejected by someone they loved, getting wasted and not ending up humiliated, getting punched out or going to jail?
There is plenty of advice out there for someone who is grieving the loss of a relationship. No one out there recommends getting smashed and exposing yourself, especially not for Mexican fast food. And if they do, I’d be suspicious. They’re either looking to make a fool of you, or they work for Taco Bell.