Do we drink because we are unbalanced?
or are we unbalanced because we drink?
a zen koan best suited for the bar stool. But unhealthy life situations seem to turn unhealthy escapism's whiskey breath into a magically delicious perfume.
If I had a different (job/relationship/workload/closet space) maybe the pinot grigio wouldn't look so refreshing.
If I didn't work quite so late maybe comfort foods would just look like junk food.
if i didn't fret, I wouldn't have insomnia.
but then, i'd have to get all new friends.
But, if I had all new friends.......
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