I haven't posted anything in a while. I had to take a step back because the blog veered off course. It became more of a sounding board for me to vent my frustrations than a blog about drunkenness and sobriety. And, who the fuck wants to read about MY frustrations??? So, on that note…
I’ve been thinking about drinking lately. Not because things are bad, but because I’m slowly becoming aware that sobriety is fucking boring. My sister was the first one to point it out to me a couple of months ago. God bless her soul for being the blunt woman that she is, she told me in her snottiest, most stuck up voice, with her Louisiana drawl, “I liked you betta when you was drunk!” Thank you Chelsea!
Then, my therapist stopped me mid-conversation one day and asked me, “Do you ever have any fun? It sounds like you’re constantly juggling all these responsibilities, but if you don’t take a break and have some fun every once in a while… Well, it’s like a battery that needs recharging. You’ll end up drained out.” I had to think about it for a while, about two weeks (yep it took that long), but I realized that I don’t have any fun anymore. Upon further investigation I’ve realized that, without alcohol to loosen me up, I don’t know how to have fun. And, judging from the looks of things, not too many people do.
Everyone’s always quick to throw in a, “No! Don’t throw it all away! You’ve come so far! Don’t give up now!”
Meanwhile they’re tipping there glasses back and getting geared up to dance the fucking Macarena with those stupid, drunken grins on their faces. Well, I’ve got some questions: If I’ve come so far, where the fuck am I supposed to be going?? Don’t give up now? Give up what??? Throw what away??? There’s no goal here. When I make it two years I don’t get a fucking prize! Hell, if I go the rest of my life without drinking, you know what I get? Dead! That’s right, dead! Just like everybody else.
Furthermore, being sober is no magic cure for life. Did things get better when I quit drinking? Of course they did! I was at wits end when I quit drinking. I was standing in a deep hole; it was either climb out or jump in the fucking steaming pile of feces below. But, it needs to be said that I probably would have been in that hole whether I was drunk or not. God knows I’ve gotten myself into plenty of shit sober! On the other hand, there were plenty of times when I was drinking when things were WAY better than they are now. Life is life; it goes up and down whether you’re drunk or not.
Did I drink too much? Hell yeah! When you’re idea of a healthy breakfast is cheap champagne and any kind of juice you can find, you’re drinking too much! When you don’t eat for days because if you do, you won’t want to drink for a couple of hours, you’re drinking too much! When you’re sitting in the dark corner of a dive bar trying to stay awake by only closing one eye at a time, and you decide that it’s time to go to bed, and you walk outside only to have the sun beating down on your face because it’s only noon, you’re drinking too much! When you’re beating on the back door of…. You get the fucking point.
I guess the real question here is, “Could I control it?”
Well, the truth is, I don’t fucking know because I’ve never tried. The experts all seem to agree that it can’t be done. Although, even my therapist agreed that there are exceptions to every rule… so it can be done. Am I an exception to the rule? Please reread the first sentence of this paragraph.
Okay, so now you see my dilemma. Do I try and control my drinking in an attempt to live my life, have some fun, and stop being so sad all the time? Or, do I just keep on being irritable, restless, and discontent? (Yes, I know there are plenty of other options. I am, however, officially fucking tired of typing.)
Goodnight all.
~Jorge