Masochism

Why do I enjoy so many things that are bad for me? It's not just things like fat and sugar and salt and all those other delicious necessities that have been concentrated into lethal doses.
It's the alcohol, the girls, the Thing at 2 in the morning...
It sounds like more fun than you think. But somehow I enjoy it. It all is such a good idea when it's happening. It's only when you stop that the hangover kicks in, the heartache grabs hold, and the nightmares begin.


I think I'm going to keep doing it even though I've told myself to stop.