Too Much of a Good Thing

Mick Jagger once said, “Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.” Easy words for the musician that pops out children like they’re going out of style. And much easier for him to say given that he has the resources and the money to overdo the anything that’s worth doing.

Yet what if you’re just one of the everyday folks? The people that are like you, the people that are like me. What happens if we overdo the partying, the drinking, and God forbid, the reproducing? I’m not one to pass judgment on anyone, but I am one to worry. And I do worry about the ones I love, especially if they are exhibiting behaviors that can be potentially dangerous.

She’s my friend, the one I am worried about. She’s tall, gorgeous, with an ass that brings all the boys to the yard. She’s fiercely independent and unbelievably social, and we have almost nothing in common except for the most important things: she’s one of the few people that can make me laugh for a good thirty minutes straight and she’s been there for me through the lowest points of my life. So how do I tell her that her own liver will eventually kill her if she doesn’t take a step back, slow down, and come home from the parties? Sleep every once in a while, have a meal where the majority of calories don’t come from alcohol. It’s not an easy message to deliver, but her choices are simply becoming too much for me to handle, and soon enough they will be too much for her to handle as well.

At one point or another, we all have to grow up – at least a little bit. I’m all for keeping that inner child alive, but what I mean by “growing up” is that when we hit our twenties, we actually do have to do things like search for a job, get our degrees, start our own companies, websites, product lines. We have to do something. Create something. Our legacy should not only consist of parties, drunken nights, and one night stands. Our legacy should be fun and memorable, however. We should be able to take a few risks to make our lives meaningful. But it’s all about balance. We can’t constantly push our limits – we as humans are not unbreakable. We are not even close to invincible. We are fragile, and when we’re young and carefree, sometimes it’s hard to remember that.

I am all for living in the moment, but also planning for the future. Spontaneity can only take us so far. And most of that living in the moment crap tends to be a romantic notion anyway. Hence why a majority of people don’t do it. Planning and organization and some normalcy are necessary to living. It’s the only way we know how to function. Or maybe I should say it’s the only way we can function. Finding the ying and the yang and learning how to properly weave a balance into our lives of what we want, what we need, what’s possible, what can wait and what can’t, etc.

When the parties stop and the alcohol is no longer poured, what are we left with? What will she be left with? Will she even be able to recall those nights of partying and canvasing the streets of San Francisco? She’s blacked out too many times for me to count. We’ve had talks before where she will admit she needs to change her ways, but we all know the old saying that actions speak louder than words. So I’m calling bullshit. I’m calling for a change for her and for anyone else that needs to step up and remember there are people out there that care about you. And frankly, it’s pretty damn selfish to care so little about yourself and let everyone else do the worrying and caring for you. Because like I said, everyone has their limits and eventually, if you don’t care about yourself, then no one else is going to either. And the talking is only going to go so far before I have to drag her ass to rehab. Because I would rather have her hate me than see her become an alcoholic – if she isn’t one already. She suffers from all the usual symptoms of alcoholism, ranging from the tremors and sweats when she doesn’t have the drug in her system to a lack of any proper nutrition at all. I don’t just blame her for her decisions, but I blame myself as well for not doing more to help her because her closest friends exhibit the same behaviors she does. But there comes a time when enough is enough. And that time is now. The parties, the alcohol, the drugs – and the constancy of those three things in her lifestyle is far too much for her or anyone else to bear. Some things aren’t worth the risk, some things aren’t worth overdoing, and some things simply become too much for us fragile humans – even if we don’t realize it at the time.

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