Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
Drinkin' And Stinkin'
TB is reckoning with his inner idiot - and I have no doubt he will prevail.
I know EXACTLY where he's coming from. Good lord, when I look back at how much of my life I spent in the bottle - I just shake my head. For me, it was a coping mechanism for dealing with the lunatics in my family. It was so much easier to just go and crack a beer and forget about the lunatics running around and setting fires.
Sometimes I would head into the back country and just sit around the campfire and drink. I told myself I was living like a king - and indeed I was... but those loons were doing what they were doing and the kingly living always gave way to a hangover - plus whatever the loons had brewing for me.
A couple years back I finally broke down and dealt with the loons. One by one I removed them from my life - but I still kept drinking heavier than I should have. It was force of habit, I think. Last year, for some unknown reason though - I pretty much stopped. It had nothing to do with church, or nagging from the wife (she would never do that), or doctors. One day I just woke up and realized I didn't need a drink anymore.
I still drink - I got pished last week - on three drinks! GAH! It's just as well, I have no tolerance for it anymore. I dunno if it's maturity, old age or senility, but my life's old millstones just seem to be getting lighter as I age. The hell of that is - the few that I have still seem to weigh more than they should!
Clearly I need some deep psychiatric counselling from a professional. I shall call up Jack and make an appointment soon.