What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.
- Bob Dylan
I didn’t know there was a benchmark to be reached in order to qualify as an alcoholic.
Oh, you got me. I should have been a better alcoholic.
Shit. I’ll have to hand in my badge, won’t I?
You fucking tosser.
I don't mean to be an asshole but weren't you an alcoholic? How can you drink now knowing that was what you were? Aren't you afraid it will happen again?
Eh, a little assholic. But I’ll bite.
It’s a rare occasion that I actually do drink. I don’t drink the same things as I did when I was heavily drinking - opting for dark liquor over clear and mixers. For me, drinking dark liquor is about relaxing and enjoying the taste rather than getting drunk as social lubricant or to mask something deeper.
But let’s be clear. I no longer have the compulsion to drink. I can survive without drinking. I have dealt with the issues that drove me to drink and do not have the same buried feelings that accompany an addiction. I am supremely lucky that I was one of the few that managed to escape from such a dark period, but also find myself in control to know when I choose to drink and when I choose to stop. I can’t say the same for many friends of mine who will likely remain sober until the day they die - unable to even smell alcohol or be around it without the temptation. The other night was a fun catch up with a good friend of mine that led to a few enjoyable drinks. During that night I re-did an old injury that was not mended properly - my own silly doing. Not regrettable and certainly not as a result of a prior addiction bubbling to the surface.
I don’t mind a glass of whiskey or wine now and then in a social setting as a treat and to feel relaxed and mellow. Alcohol is a luxury and something that provides as an accompaniment to enhance a meal, great company, or an occasional reward, in a controlled way for me. You need not worry!
Christ I hope not.
For all our sakes.
I don't mean to be rude but I sent you an anon last week and haven't heard anything. I just wanted to see if you were okay because I haven't seen you online and answering questions lately. But if you don't want to answer the anon that's fine too.
I’ve been a bit absent lately because I cracked my rib being a drunken silly bugger. I will get to the Anon soon because it’s slightly more detailed, but if you want to send through a private message, I’m happy to keep it discreet.
"Once in a while even existentialists do it…" Make love, that is—at least according to the opening narration of Love in the Afternoon (1957).