[Disclaimer: The title of this post comes from a Bible verse, where Jesus says that if your hand causes you to sin, you should cut it off. Not to be overly religious, I am using the story as a reference for an important lesson I have learned recently.]
Everyone knows me as “Gorc Daddy,” a guy who is always down for a good time. I love to celebrate and make the most of every moment and I like to party it up as a way to relieve the stress that can otherwise cause me to crack under pressure.
But there is a definite limit to relieving stress and celebrating and then getting out of control. I have taken the celebrating and stress-relieving a little too far, a few too many times.
College was more than just partying. It was about friends, studying, learning, experience and memories. Sure, I had a lot of great memories from college parties, but some of those meaningful ones have come from complete sobriety–the times where people can just be themselves and not some drunken version.
I am completely guilty of allowing my drunken actions to completely contradict who I stand for as a person and completely give other people a different and untrue impression of myself. It has gotten to the point where I don’t like who I am when it comes to a partying environment.
So I’m cutting off my hand–not literally, don’t worry. But I am choosing to stay out of the environment that only causes problems for myself. I have had too many great experiences in my life and I have a vision for an absolute successful and happy future. There is no way I am sacrificing that for a few “raging” moments.
Whether it be the nasty hangover that leaves you in bed all day, the fuzzy memory from the night before, or the missing money from your wallet, there is nothing ever fun about the effects of an out-of-control night. So I’m choosing to appreciate the nights where no booze was needed. Where conversation and laughs were intoxicating enough.
Don’t get me wrong, does this mean I’ll never have a drop of alcohol again? No. I’m sure I’ll be toasting champagne at a wedding and having a beer out at dinner in the future. But I no longer feel the need to be living like a stereotypical college student. I’m opening my world up to a whole greater set of possibilities, experiences, places and people.
So I guess the days of “Gorc Daddy” have come and gone, but the future for me, Matthew Gorczyca, is just getting started.