That’s a good look.
I taste like the alcohol I drank.
I did it for the experience, I must admit. Because alcohol makes everything awesome. Even me.
For example, I lost my ATM card and my sense of dietary restrictiveness. I’m awesome.
I don’t miss this. Waking up wondering: what day it is, if I walked the dog, then remembering I don’t have a dog and wishing I did so he could take my place in the world today.
Why is the lack of this feeling not enough to keep me from it?
Fragmented I write, thus fragmented I feel.
February 16, 2013 at 6:17 pm
Sometimes I wish my dog could take my place in life also:/
February 17, 2013 at 9:01 am
You have enough of them to choose from!
February 16, 2013 at 6:18 pm
prospective perspective, i-drink-cuz-i-feel-good-so-i-drink-til-i’m-angry-til-i-wake-feeling-sad-til-i-drink-til-i-feel-good-til-i-wake-angry-so-i-drink-til-i-laugh-til-i’m-happy-til-i-wake-feeling-bad…. for me it’s often food vs drink and I’ll likely add vices as advices from within and without fall on my selectively deaf ears…. and the cycle recycles…it happens… and there’s no the end.
But on the positive, it’s better than another scenario I posit where you wake in a yard surrounded by tufts of… fur… and seemingly dried marinara, thinking,”did i walk a dog…or eat one? …and was it good? also… who’s lawn is this?”
side bar: tip out a little gravy for a fallen soldier: RIP fluffy, thou wast a loyal companion and spry ….likely gamey entree.
February 17, 2013 at 8:41 am
Ahhh I needed that. I often question my choice to stay abstinent from alcohol and everything that comes with it. Actually the choice was never really mine, there’s a point of no return and I cross it.
((. I on the other hand am neither awesome nor genuine on the bottle. My perspective is once again reaffirmed, from others vicarious losing battles, that which we call “the morning after.”
February 17, 2013 at 9:01 am
Amen. I still feel so gross.
February 19, 2013 at 5:16 am
“That’s the problem with drinking,” I thought, as I poured myself a drink.
“If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
-Charles Bukowski
February 19, 2013 at 6:52 am
Cheers to that!!