Completionarianism

Such the completionist I am. I need to just sit down and write this as an actual complete story instead of trying to blog a story.

Anyway... question of the day (and most likely month since I don't seem to use this blog anymore):
If you are in your mid to late 30s, and you still go out every weekend with the expressed intention of 'getting wasted', should you look at your life and realize maybe you aren't as happy as you like to think you are?