A Drunk Ain't Shit.
Stories and drunk shit
I DO EVERYTHING IN EXCESS
I tend to do everything in excess. I drink too much alcohol, I have too much sex, I smoke weed (when I have it) constantly…
How can I go about reducing what I believe is a compulsive behavior (in addition to going to psychiatrists and therapists)?
Sincerely,
Smokes, Drinks and Fucks Too Much
Dear SDFTM,
1st question is have you subscribed to Micheal Uninterrupted Podcast on Apple, Spotify, and Anchor?
We entertained thoughts of recommending several different novels to you, but they all seemed to glorify or encourage the kinds of behaviors that you say you want to reduce. We also toyed with the idea of recommending self-help books to you, but that feels like more of a job for the therapists you speak of going to. So we thought it most fitting to steer you towards a good memoir. Speaking from our own experiences, sometimes there is nothing more helpful than hearing the story of someone that you can relate to and identify with– someone who has been and there and done that and found a way to overcome it.
With that in mind, we’d like to prescribe to you Augusten Borrough’s Dry. Dry is a sarcastic and honest look at the author’s attempt to get sober from alcohol, only to find that his compulsive behavior extends to other things, like sex, relationships, and work, too. Sometimes it takes someone else’s moment of clarity to help us reach our own. He cuts to the truth of where it comes from when he says,
I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
Because, at the heart of it, isn’t most compulsive and self-destructive behavior an attempt to fill some kind of internal void? Don’t we often continue to seek out external solutions in the hope that the pain we feel somewhere inside ourselves will finally go away? “Just one more drink and I’ll feel better. Another tee tee and I’ll be numb.” And on and on and on ad infinitum. It’s wonderful, heartwarming, and wildly entertaining to read as Borroughs manages to find happiness and serenity within himself, though he has to go down a dark path to get there.
We all have our own paths to fulfillment and some of us self-medicate while we try to find our way there. Here’s hoping that this book hits home for you and, at the very least, makes you feel better about your own compulsions by showing you that some people are WAY worse!
Not A Writer
I tend to do everything in excess. I drink too much alcohol, I have too much sex, I smoke weed (when I have it) constantly…
How can I go about reducing what I believe is a compulsive behavior (in addition to going to psychiatrists and therapists)?
Sincerely,
Smokes, Drinks and Fucks Too Much
Smokes, Drinks and Fucks Too Much
Dear SDFTM,
1st question is have you subscribed to Micheal Uninterrupted Podcast on Apple, Spotify, and Anchor?
We entertained thoughts of recommending several different novels to you, but they all seemed to glorify or encourage the kinds of behaviors that you say you want to reduce. We also toyed with the idea of recommending self-help books to you, but that feels like more of a job for the therapists you speak of going to. So we thought it most fitting to steer you towards a good memoir. Speaking from our own experiences, sometimes there is nothing more helpful than hearing the story of someone that you can relate to and identify with– someone who has been and there and done that and found a way to overcome it.
With that in mind, we’d like to prescribe to you Augusten Borrough’s Dry. Dry is a sarcastic and honest look at the author’s attempt to get sober from alcohol, only to find that his compulsive behavior extends to other things, like sex, relationships, and work, too. Sometimes it takes someone else’s moment of clarity to help us reach our own. He cuts to the truth of where it comes from when he says,
I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
Because, at the heart of it, isn’t most compulsive and self-destructive behavior an attempt to fill some kind of internal void? Don’t we often continue to seek out external solutions in the hope that the pain we feel somewhere inside ourselves will finally go away? “Just one more drink and I’ll feel better. Another tee tee and I’ll be numb.” And on and on and on ad infinitum. It’s wonderful, heartwarming, and wildly entertaining to read as Borroughs manages to find happiness and serenity within himself, though he has to go down a dark path to get there.
We all have our own paths to fulfillment and some of us self-medicate while we try to find our way there. Here’s hoping that this book hits home for you and, at the very least, makes you feel better about your own compulsions by showing you that some people are WAY worse!
Not A Writer
Drunk driver?
A cop waited outside a popular pub hoping to nab a drink-driver.
At closing time, as everyone came out, he spotted his potential quarry.
The man was so obviously inebriated that he could barely walk.
He stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes looking for his car.
After trying his keys on five others, he finally found his own vehicle.
He sat in the car a good 10 minutes as the other pub patrons left.
He turned his lights on, then off
He started to pull forward into the grass, then stopped.
Finally, when his was the last car, he pulled out onto the road and started to drive away.
The cop, waiting for this, turned on his lights and pulled the man over.
He administered the breathalyzer test and, to his great surprise, the man easily passed.
The cop was dumbfounded.
‘This equipment must be broken,’ exclaimed the policeman.
‘I doubt it,’ said the man. ‘Tonight I’m the designated decoy.’ STOLEN 🤣🤣
Are you getting the picture of what it means to be sober in a social context?
The truth is that sobriety, like drinking alcohol, is just another personal choice. Very much like going on a vegan diet, playing sports, recycling or picking a career. I don’t drink, but I don’t mind if you, my friends, my family or my work colleagues drink. Honestly, I couldn’t care less.
So why does my sobriety make people around me so uncomfortable that they grill me with questions to try to understand why I would prefer to stick with a soft drink while everyone else is binging on the open bar? Although I very much wish to answer that it’s really none of their f**king business, social conventions again demand that I graciously explain the many reasons I don’t like alcohol. I’m just tired of this sober-shaming nonsense. I have never been drunk; get over it.
The truth is that you don’t know what is happening in a person’s life when you decide to ask why someone doesn’t drink. A person can be sober for many different reasons. The cute guy might be the designated driver for the night. The blonde in the red dress might be in the early stages of a much-desired pregnancy. That person you just met might be waiting for a liver transplant. The fun guy at the office might be in recovery after a long battle with alcoholism and your question might jeopardize the entire process. That girl at the party might be following a religious practice. And so on and so forth.
Stop being the alcohol police. Sober people don’t owe you any explanation whatsoever for our perfectly valid choice. So if you are throwing a party or hosting a holiday gathering, please practice true hospitality by having an assortment of alcoholic and nonalcoholic drinks, and leaving your guests alone to drink or not drink as they please.
I don’t drink alcohol. I have never been hungover, and though I’m from Spain, where socializing inevitably involves alcohol, I’m able to have a fun time and even go out until 7 in the morning without feeling the need to drink. My choice not to drink is a personal one, but in my opinion, it’s a healthy choice that should be celebrated.
Yet when someone offers me a glass of wine and I refuse it, I attract curious looks and quite a few unsettling reactions. From total strangers asserting that I must be a very boring person to PR reps flat-out asking me if I am a recovering addict, it is somehow socially acceptable to put someone on the spot for not drinking.
Sober people don’t owe you any explanation whatsoever for our perfectly valid choice.
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