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So I've decided to give alcohol a break. Not necessarily for good, just for a while.
I don't know if there's a word for people who aren't alcoholics but have a tendency to get horribly, horribly drunk on the occasions they do drink: 'idiot' is the only one that need concern us here. If I'm honest, giving up for a while is something I should have done about a month ago, when I alienated a whole bunch of people, some of whom I'm still avoiding even though we used to be great friends, and theoretically still are. Hell, arguably I *should* have done it all those times I woke up not knowing what the fuck I'd done the night before but sensing it was bad, very bad. I *should* have done it the first time I ever had to persuade a friend to start speaking to me again, and counted my lucky stars I hadn't fucked that friendship up for good.
But no. Instead, I just muttered "I'm never getting *that* drunk again" and mentally added the caveat not for a while, anyway, and not unless it's a special occasion. Funny thing is, it's the special occasions that are the easy part these days: it's just that whenever I let my guard down that I tend to get really messy. And it's not always a disaster: the problem is, when I wake up in the morning feeling like death, I *couldn't tell you* whether I'd parted company with all present on perfectly pleasant if drunken terms - or whether I'd been hurled out of the venue onto the street, screaming abuse at my nearest and dearest.
And I'm sick of it. Sick of the gaping holes in my memory, sick of the creeping sense of guilt and dread that can last for weeks afterwards, sick of The Look people give you when they see you for the first time after one of those nights. Sick of lying to myself that I can control how pissed I get when *everyone* knows nothing could be further from the truth. Most of all, I'm sick of knowing that I've acted in ways I never would when sober - that there's a person who comes out to play after a certain amount of alcohol who is, to put it bluntly, a nasty, utterly unreasonable fuck.
So: I'm quitting. For at least a month, which doesn't sound much, but it's a start. Not tried this before. Could be tricky.
Norminally I disapprove of posting this kind of stuff on Barbelith, but a) this affects some people here, and b) it's a good way of making it official. Once I've said it, I have to stick with it. |
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