You make bad decisions when drunk. But here's the secret: you make bad decisions anyway. Take it from me. A few weeks ago, stone cold sober in the middle of the day, I was trying to exit the turnpike and cut off a New Jersey cop. He made his car do a WOOP WOOP noise at me and when I looked, he threw his hands up in the air as if to say, "You idiot!"
And he was right - it was a really bad decision to gun right then and there. Luckily, I didn't get a ticket because I was going so fast.
So yes, I firmly believe that making bad decisions is an integral part of being human like anti-anxiety meds or teenage sex in someone else's parents' bed. This is where we are, folks. This is how we have evolved as a species. So embrace it. Don't try to control it. A park is nice but wild nature is what will blow your mind. You will make such horrifying judgement calls that you will ask yourself:
"Did I really waste five years in a meaningless job?"
"Did I really not realize my ex was gay?" (Or straight, whichever the case may be.)
"Did I really spend all weekend surfing the web while eating cookies and frozen yogurt?"
"Did I really just leave a passive aggressive note about peeing on the toilet seat in the ladies' room at a job I don't even like?"
Yeah, you did. But making a bad decision is better than making no decision. I think.
Have a decisive weekend!