Jean Paul Sartre wrote that “hell is other people”. Very often I tend to agree with him.
This morning I do not. And it's all because of this hangover.
Luckily my hangover is of the utterly pleasant kind: instead of nausea and headache I’m feeling an unusual equanimity about life, and all I'm suffering is a severe case of goodwill towards my fellow human beings.
There’s a fortune to be made if someone can just figure out how to manufacture and bottle this sweet feeling of harmony and connectedness.