I just a remembered another trait that plagued me while I was drinking. I wonder why people didn't run when they saw me coming. I would whine and complain and bitch and moan about my poor life and all of the bad things that were happening. She did this, he did that, they said what? I think while drinking heavily we tend to complain and cry foul. I never one stopped to think that maybe all of the chaos was caused by my own drinking. That black cloud that plagued me and hung over my head was of my own creation. Today, I find it very difficult to listen to poor, poor, pitiful me type of behavior. Not that I don't have compassion. Heck, I did it for many, many, years, but I just want to say, you are a victim of yourself and your drinking. However, calling an alcoholic out on their behavior never goes well. That is a sure fire way of starting a huge fray. Something I try to avoid these days.