It’s 4:15 p.m. and I’m sitting on the floor of a bathroom stall.

Heavy head. Arms draped over the toilet. A cold sweat dripping from my brow. My body feels like it just ate rotten meat while getting beat up simultaneously. No, I’m not sick. The tragedy of this scenario is that I brought it all on myself.

I was sitting at my computer desk Saturday night trying to think of an idea for this article, when I decided to channel my inner Don Draper. I grabbed a bottle of scotch and started writing. Unfortunately, mass amounts of scotch is not conducive to successful article completion.

As I was sitting there by my throne of porcelain hating my life, the only thing I could think of was, “Why do we do these things to ourselves?” My mind started to think of all the bad decisions I’ve made: alcohol, fast food, procrastination. We are all so self-destructive.

Do any of us actually enjoy a hangover? Yet, weekend after weekend, people drink to the point of insanity and wake up the next morning uttering those famous words, “I’m never drinking again.”

But next weekend rolls around, and all of a sudden you find yourself surrounded by empty beer bottles. Yes, the feeling of being drunk can be a great feeling, but is the next morning really worth it? The sickness. The miserable feelings. It’s not enjoyable in the slightest.

This isn’t an anti-drinking article, though. People just blissfully go with whatever when it comes to food, too.

My friend and I were at a McDonald’s once, and while I don’t expect a McDonald’s kitchen to be spotless, there were still flies buzzing everywhere. To the normal person, that would seem like a disgusting thing. But there was a line to the door of people needing their McDonald’s fix.

There’s no other way to look at it: Fast food is bad. Do you know how McDonald’s chicken nuggets are made? It’s a horribly unappetizing process. Why would we stand in line for terrible food that was made in a kitchen full of flies?

I don’t mean to throw stones. Hell, I remember watching “Supersize Me” for the first time, and then guiltlessly ordering fast food a couple days later. I didn’t think. I didn’t care. And that’s the problem.

It’s just that there are an abundance of bad things that we do to our bodies. I’m all for doing what you want with your life, but there has to be a point where you look at yourself in the mirror and think, “Wow, I need to stop.”

Most of us are between 18 and 22 years old. This should be the time in our life where we feel the best, not the time where we gain the freshman 50 from cheap beer and Totino’s pizza. And it’s weird because we all know what we’re getting into. No one thinks to themselves, “I wonder if it’s bad to eat an entire bag of Cheetos.”

And any person who says it’s expensive to eat healthy or to cook your own meals is lying. It’s cheaper. It makes more. And it tastes a whole hell of a lot better.

Let’s not be sheep. Let’s wake up. It’s all right to indulge on occasion, but let’s try to be better human beings. Whether you like it or not, things do catch up with us. I’d hate to be old and wrinkly thinking about how I was all out of shape and drunk in my 20s.