Duncan Edwards wrote:This makes for a bit of interesting reading. It makes me think I must not be emotional enough
Well, I don't know about that...but you never drank. So what Paris is describing is something that you wouldn't have ever faced.
Nothing I say next applies to a moderate drinker. When I stopped my drinking, I put an end to a serious problem. All of you people who can stop after a couple glasses of wine and will be able to do that forever can just ignore everything that comes next, because this isn't you.
What Paris is trying to say is that when you suddenly go off of an addicting substance, of course you're in for an emotional adjustment of some kind. It is highly likely that you were using the substance -- regularly -- to cope with stress and adversity and bad feelings and all that horrible stuff. When you have alcohol in your life, you have a bad day, so you grab the bottle, and the stress goes away like magic. But then you quit drinking. And...you have another bad day...and...ugh...
Owwie owwie oooh.
You can't wave the magic wand any more to make it all go away so you have to muddle through somehow, and it's like learning to walk all over again. It goes better for some folks than others. She's saying, don't be ashamed of it, or afraid of it...just let it happen. You'll survive it. You'll figure it out.
I was lucky. Going sober didn't trigger much in the way of emotional episodes. Then again, absolutely nothing bad happened to me as a result of giving up alcohol. Only one person in my family even knew, and he didn't react a whole lot, so nothing actually changed inside that permanent circle of my loved ones.
My drinking pals? They had to take a hike. But I didn't miss those people, because we had no relationship outside a bottle.
After forty-eight hours without a drink, things were already looking up, and it only got better. To be honest, my new sobriety wasn't anything to cry about. If there had been more actual life changes as a result of me quitting, maybe I would have had more adjusting to do.
Paris' advice about orgasms is completely sound. Orgasms are just as much fun as alcohol, and they're a lot cheaper. They don't rot your liver and you can get up and walk around shortly after you have one. Or maybe you don't. Maybe you cum with such a mind-blowing explosion that you absolutely must take a nap. Well, at least you won't wake up with a headache and a sour tummy.
But it doesn't have to be orgasms -- as long as you fill the void with something, anything, that you can love, or learn to love, more than you love alcohol. And it's not that hard to do, because when you really and truly get rid of alcohol, you'll discover how much time you were really spending on drinking. Travel, art, reading, writing, hiking, biking, rollerskating, nature, a dog, a cat, motorcycles, your family, your church, your atheist group, concerts, playing music, fine dining, charity work, movies, gardening, building stuff...the list goes on and on and is only limited by your imagination.
I like the "Borrow $20" idea. I could use an extra $20.
But I'm really, really bad at the "Be Less Annoying" thing and you have to be good at that to get the $20.
Sadly, I cannot be around drinkers any more. It goes like this: When you're happily getting sauced with a drinking buddy, you are not aware of what you're doing to yourselves. Right up to the very moment that one of you drops into a limp, passed-out sodden heap, you are both completely convinced that you are the wittiest, wisest, coolest conversationalists in the world. But take away my drink -- and make me hang out while somebody else does his utmost to sink to the very lowest level of nerve-dead nirvana to become a slobbering, staggering idiot...and I have just gotta get out of there. It may be judgmental, it may be intolerant, but I am NOT going to be able to last long enough for somebody to get drunk enough to hand over any $20 and then forget about it.
Can we raise amount of the "loan" to $50?
For $50, I could be polite for about an hour and a half.
I'll even be honest about this "loan" thing. I'll hang onto the money for a full week just to make sure that they won't ask for it back. I wouldn't feel right keeping that money unless they've really and truly forgotten that they ever gave it to me.
I wish Paris all the best with her new, sober life. Her article made sobriety sound fun, fascinating, and totally worth the trouble -- and that's a good thing.
Nessie