Sometimes, I have a bad case of Morning-After-Hangover. No, I don't mean waking up with a huge pounding in my head, vomit all over the place and a craving for water like a lost man in the desert (I prefer orange juice) but the fact that if something seemed to be a good idea one day, it doesn't mean it's still a good idea on the next one. Now I could take on heavy subjects that are live-changing, like whether to apply or not for a job, deciding to move to a different country or choosing between pizza and fries for dinner, but I won't. I'm talking about a Facebook-Hangover.
Last thursdaynight I went out with some friends, and as always we lost each other somewhere between dancing the Macarena on the tables and the half-hourly toilet visits (although I don't know why we even bother to look into the mirror anymore, everyone's hair looks crappy after dancing to Gagnam Style). So I bumped into these two guys and we danced and talked a little, while I was searching for my friends. And then it happened. We ran out of subjects to talk about, and while I was looking into the mirrors above us (why would anyone look up when they're dancing? Is there anyone who wants to know how they look from above? 'Hey God, how does dancing to Gagnam Style actually look from up there?') I GOT A BAD IDEA.
"Do you know what I hate the most?"
"Let's make a picture of us doing a duckface."
"Eh, okay. Let me grab my phone."
"What's your name again?"
"Thanks. I'm going to tag you and put it on Facebook. And we're going home now, I've got a exam tomorrow. Well, in three hours, exactly."
"Really? And you went out? Good luck with that! Bye!"
The next morning, while eating ham and cheese toast and checking my phone:
'You've Been Tagged!'