My bubble feels more like a cell in solitary confinement. I never drink to have fun. I drink to tolerate my reality. I drink so I can avoid my problems. I am not very good at speaking up for myself when I am displeased with something or someone. I tend to assume the role of scapegoat. I smile and nod when I really feel like objecting. I remember a professor I had back in school. She said that women are not allowed to be angry in our society. We are expected to quietly approve. Maybe true. I know that in every relationship I have had that seems to be the standard operation, to the point of martyrdom. So, I keep my thoughts, opinions and feelings between me and alcohol. Thought provoking post Ken. Enjoy your sober New Year I am.