I hate to admit it, but sometimes, as bella pointed out at the top, things just call for booze. i myself only drink now if i have something to celebrate, and someone to celebrate it with. That said, about three weeks ago, after getting unexpectedly kicked to the curb, I couldn't seem to shut my mind up, so I resorted to a six pack. Usually, this is a recipe for disaster, but in that particular case, it was just what I needed.
All that said, Duke is right: the bad only makes the good that much more appreciated. But I do know what you mean, Isabeau. Some of the mental detritus I still carry around should have been jettisoned decades ago. No lie.