Freddie DeBoer did some drunk-blogging over the weekend. An epiphany:
Getting punched in the face sucks. It’s getting punched in the face! And yet the first time you get punched in the face, I mean really punched in the face, by someone outside your family or friends, someone who doesn’t care for you and is out to hurt you– it can almost be a blessing. A blessing, because afterwards, you know what it’s like. Before, you walk around with the worry of not knowing what it’s like, and that compounds it. Afterwards, you know. It makes it easier.
The Dish 