A shame-over is the excessive feeling of guilt and shame after being completely smashed in the nearby past. Like any disease, it does not differentiate between rich and poor, young and old, black and white and strikes males and females alike. Symptons usually occur for a mere day but can last longer. Weeks! Months even! The sufferer tends to avoid social contacts in order not to be reminded to the fact he made a complete ass out of himself and the irrational fear that said social contacts will talk about nothing else to the sufferer. In extreme cases patients have avoided their drinking hole of choice for an extended period of time. Truly an awful ailment!
I caught the shame-over last Tuesday. I had two buckets of shit poured over me due to some problems with the ladies (two ladies as a matter of fact) and my tolerance was seriously affected by pounding forty beers and a good deal of scotch and rum in no more than 4 hours. I don’t know if I made an ass out of myself. I don’t know whom I’ve talked to. I don’t know how I got back home.
I was feeling fine till I got a text message from a friend who jokingly asked me if I was alive. That’s when the shame-over kicked in. And later when someone told my brother I could barely stand straight on my feet. Flashbacks of falling down. Taking shots. Wine. Rounds of beers. Black-out. And this typical empty feeling that comes with the shame-over.
This evening I’m seeing my friends again at a party so I asked my doctor for some advice. He told me to man the fuck up and learn to live with the consequenses of my actions or at least drink less, which could never hurt. Being sick sucks.