Tell me what kind of hangover you are and I’ll tell you who you are

There are those who suddenly become cheerful *, those who get dark, those who simply collapse on the first sofa they find and take a nap until someone goes to wake them * … What kind of hangover do you have?

Euphoric hangover:
One glass too many and bothering the poor unfortunates who are nearby becomes your only mission: the giggle starts, you start talking in bursts, you try to convince everyone to take another round of gin and tonic and go up with you on the table to dance. Your friends are tempted to leave and abandon you to your fate, but in the end they are moved with compassion and babysat you for the rest of the evening, making sure you don’t break your neck and destroy the place.

Sad drunk:
When you drink, the movie of your life is on the air in your mind, only you see the things that didn’t go the way you wanted: the mistakes made, the disappointments, the remorse, the broken relationships. In short, a very powerful grappling attack takes you, impossible to stop. While all the people around you make the train to the notes of Maracaibo, you stand in a corner crying and sending messages that you will bitterly regret the next day. Even your elementary sweetheart gets a “Come back to me, I miss you.”

Philosophical hangover:
Who we are? Where do we come from? Where do we go? These are the questions that humans have always asked themselves and you, with four medium beers, two spritzes and an amaro in your body, are sure to have all the answers in your pocket. So you spend the evening pummeling about the meaning of life to anyone who is willing to listen to you. If you could listen to yourself again the next day, you would realize you said a lot of bullshit. But at that moment you have no doubts: Plato hurries you home.

Romantic hangover:
Even if you are not normally a very sentimental person, when you drink you transform yourself and you begin to declaim your love to anyone who comes within your range, from your friends to the bartender. Not to mention the stranger you met in the bathroom and she complimented you on the dress you just made your best friend.

“I’m not-drunk *” drunk:
You also drank the water from the radiators but you do everything you can not to show it. Or at least that’s what you are convinced of; in reality you stagger in an evident way and you mumble so much that you don’t understand anything of what you say. To anyone who points this out to you, you respond shocked * that you are not at all drunk *, but deep down you are afraid of throwing up even the Christmas dinner of 2004 at any moment.