Why I don't drink anymore
Why I don't drink anymore
I forget who originally posted this a while back, but it's worth repeating.
"How come you don't drink anymore?" a renewed acquaintance from long ago asked the other day.
"Anymore than who?, I asked.
"I mean any longer. How come you don't drink anything these days?"
"Drink? I drink...coffee, milk, juice, tea, soda pop, water..."
"I mean drink" he said. " you know, booze."
"Oh, booze, No I don't drink booze any more, you're right," I said, "I couldn't trust it anymore. It turned on me. Once my friend, it became my enemy."
"Maybe you got a bad batch." he said.
"No the sauce is the same. I changed. Because I have this illness of alcoholism, my tolerance weakened. Alcoholism doesn't come in bottles, it comes in people."
"Sounds pretty confusing" the fellow said
"You think you're confused," I said, "You should have seen me. I drank for happiness and became unhappy... I drank for joy and became miserable... I drank to be outgoing and became self centered... I drank for sociability and became argumentative and lonely."
"I drank for sophistication and became crude and obnoxious...I drank for friendship and made enemies... I drank to soften sorrow and wallowed in self pity... I drank for sleep and wakened without rest."
"I drank for strength and felt weak.. I drank medicinally and got sick.. I drank because I thought my job called for it and I lost my job.. I drank for relaxation and got the shakes.. I drank for confidence and became uncertain.. I drank for courage and became afraid.. I drank for assurance and became doubtful... I drank to stimulate thought and blacked out... I drank to make conversation and it tied my tongue... I drank for warmth and lost my cool. I drank for coolness and lost my warmth... I drank to feel heaven and came to know hell. I drank to forget and became haunted. I drank for freedom and became a slave...I drank to erase problems and saw them multiply... I drank to cope with life and invited death ..or worse... I drank because I had the right and everything turned out wrong."
"Gosh!" My friend exclaimed, "That must have taken a bunch of booze to get you in that shape."
"Just one" I told him, "The first one. For me one is too many, and a thousand is not enough."
"So that is why you don't drink anymore...?"
"Yep, I make it a rule, I DON'T DRINK WHILE I'M SOBER!"
"How come you don't drink anymore?" a renewed acquaintance from long ago asked the other day.
"Anymore than who?, I asked.
"I mean any longer. How come you don't drink anything these days?"
"Drink? I drink...coffee, milk, juice, tea, soda pop, water..."
"I mean drink" he said. " you know, booze."
"Oh, booze, No I don't drink booze any more, you're right," I said, "I couldn't trust it anymore. It turned on me. Once my friend, it became my enemy."
"Maybe you got a bad batch." he said.
"No the sauce is the same. I changed. Because I have this illness of alcoholism, my tolerance weakened. Alcoholism doesn't come in bottles, it comes in people."
"Sounds pretty confusing" the fellow said
"You think you're confused," I said, "You should have seen me. I drank for happiness and became unhappy... I drank for joy and became miserable... I drank to be outgoing and became self centered... I drank for sociability and became argumentative and lonely."
"I drank for sophistication and became crude and obnoxious...I drank for friendship and made enemies... I drank to soften sorrow and wallowed in self pity... I drank for sleep and wakened without rest."
"I drank for strength and felt weak.. I drank medicinally and got sick.. I drank because I thought my job called for it and I lost my job.. I drank for relaxation and got the shakes.. I drank for confidence and became uncertain.. I drank for courage and became afraid.. I drank for assurance and became doubtful... I drank to stimulate thought and blacked out... I drank to make conversation and it tied my tongue... I drank for warmth and lost my cool. I drank for coolness and lost my warmth... I drank to feel heaven and came to know hell. I drank to forget and became haunted. I drank for freedom and became a slave...I drank to erase problems and saw them multiply... I drank to cope with life and invited death ..or worse... I drank because I had the right and everything turned out wrong."
"Gosh!" My friend exclaimed, "That must have taken a bunch of booze to get you in that shape."
"Just one" I told him, "The first one. For me one is too many, and a thousand is not enough."
"So that is why you don't drink anymore...?"
"Yep, I make it a rule, I DON'T DRINK WHILE I'M SOBER!"
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Too true!! Thanks for posting!! "One is too many and 1000 never enough". Make that 100,000,000,000!! lol, I would always want "just one more". I was never satisified in booze but was only as happy as how many I had left. The only time I was free of the craving was when i was unconscious and even then as soon as my eyes opened the very first thought and action was cracking a can.
Grateful to be sober, grateful to be an alcoholic.
Peace
Grateful to be sober, grateful to be an alcoholic.
Peace
Too true!! Thanks for posting!! "One is too many and 1000 never enough". Make that 100,000,000,000!! lol, I would always want "just one more". I was never satisified in booze but was only as happy as how many I had left. The only time I was free of the craving was when i was unconscious and even then as soon as my eyes opened the very first thought and action was cracking a can.
Grateful to be sober, grateful to be an alcoholic.
Peace
Grateful to be sober, grateful to be an alcoholic.
Peace
I remember about a year and a half ago I was in a club, it was 2.45am, they had just shouted last orders and I had just finished work in a bar at 1am. I would throw as much drink down my neck between 1am and 3am as I could. Anyway, I ordered up two beers, even though I had one in front of me, (three beers to drink in 15mins) and a friend came along, thought one of the beers was for them and started drinking from it. I was the angriest man in the world. I hated them in that second because now I was going to have to make do with two more beers rather than three.
Crazy stuff.
It was originally someone else that posted it months ago, but I saved it and thought it was time to bring it out and dust it off. I agree completely with everything it says - yes, yes, and yes... right down the line. To me, it lays out so many reasons to stay sober and not one reason to drink.
Well if it werent for the hangover, spins, stink, ANXIETY, chaos, apologies, missing memory, lost productivity, MISERY, oh and SHAME, "where did I leave that bottle?", hopelessness, and "when can I sneak a drink to take this edge off?" ..... maybe I would drink.
Maybe its easier not to!!!
Maybe its easier not to!!!
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