Someone, quite poignantly, asked me today why I’m still drinking, and suggested that it might make a good blog post. I was flabbergasted, taken away, suddenly convoluted and confused! After I peeled myself off the ceiling, I replied that that was a good question! And that, I should write about it. He said he would look forward to that future blog-post. I agreed.
So, here we go, after having a snootful of my favourite beer at my “Cheers” pub. Maybe this isn’t the best time to write about it, on second thought.
Right. Well, let me begin tonight at least by saying that I keep drinking because it makes me feel SO wonderful. It enables me to let go of all woes and worries from the day. I have often called it my “liquid Nirvana”…and indeed it still is.
Reality, quoting my friend here on WordPress, Tony Vega, “fucking” bites. Tony likes to use the “F” word a lot. It’s won him all sorts of accolades and awards here. I don’t quite get that, but whatever.
Truth is, reality bites. Every time that I have sobered up for a few days, I end up like a mouse without cover — I scurry back to my safety-zone. Why? I don’t know why. Reality is too real for me. I was adopted, at 6 months years of age. I went through two foster homes before being placed. I was not able to bond with anyone or anything in the meantime. They now say that if a child is not able to bond with someone or something (even) in the first six months of life, that it causes permanent brain damage. Well, hello! Welcome to my world. I’m 56 years old and still (quoting Tony again) “All fucked up”.
So, I’m drunk, and I’m tired. Enough of this full-disclosure stuff for me tonight. Maybe I’ll write tomorrow before I get pissed again.
There you go, friends. I’m coming out now!!!! Full disclosure shit happnin’ soon at a blog near you!!!
To be continued…