It struck me the other night (admittedly, it was 3am early saturday morning), that almost everyone riding the train was stoned drunk. Like dropping their bags and half passing out drunk.
And I couldn't help but think it: what makes people get so out of control that they lack the capacity to ride the train home? Like, are the benefits worth the costs? I can't remember them being such. In fact, I'd say to my old self that justifying hangovers is all about distorted self-perception and fantasy self-narrative.
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