Ending the Madness

After sitting on the green outside our house last night with friends drinking wine, and talking rubbish for several hours, I essentially lost the greater part of Saturday. I didn’t really drink that much, and the virus I’ve been struggling with probably had quite a bit to do with it, but I’ve pretty much decided that enough is enough. I’m going to stop drinking for a while. Maybe forever. We’ll see.

It’s not the feeling crappy the next day after having one too many drinks that has annoyed me – it’s losing a day of the weekend. I can’t remember feeling this bad in quite some time – since I was single probably. The odd thing was I felt fine when I woke up this morning, and then got steadily worse. I finally started to sort myself out late this afternoon – washed up everything in the kitchen, sorted dinner out for the kids – the usual routine.

I suppose it’s pretty funny in it’s own way – I’ve proven that I really can’t drink more than one or two drinks any more. I’ve never been much of a drinker – on nights out I’m invariably the one that stops after two or three drinks, aware that I need to be somewhat useful the next day. I think a part of that comes with being a parent – knowing there is nobody to catch you.

Throughout the evening I’ve been turning this whole “decision” over and over in my head. A friend of a friend recently wrote on the internet about her decision to stop drinking – for similar reasons. A glass of wine after a stressful day had become a crutch, and she knew it. While I don’t typically drink during the week, there’s an insane school of thought that if I drank more regularly I would be able to survive more than a drink or two more easily when I do – which is utter, utter madness.

Anyway.

Don’t worry – I’m not about to turn into some sort of temperance zealot – I firmly believe people should be able to do whatever they like (as long as it doesn’t harm others, break the law, and so on, and so on). I’ll just have to get brave about saying “no thankyou” when offered drinks.

6 Replies to “Ending the Madness”

  1. So funny…When I decided to drop out of recovery back in January, I gave myself full permission to drink if I wanted to. Turns out, I don’t really want to. πŸ™‚ Oh, the irony…living my life terrified that if I took a drink, I’d be doomed to a life of addiction and depravity. I can’t even finish a beer. Hahaha! All in all, drinking seems like a bit of a waste of time to me. I think you’ll find it pretty easy to do without. *Disclaimer* THIS MIGHT ONLY WORK FOR ME. (that was for the recovery people)

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    1. I think the “waste of time” thing is what chimes most with me. I’ve known in the past that after a couple of drinks most people unlock something inside themselves – or maybe they just lower their inhibitions enough to let a more truthful version of themselves out. I don’t know. Of course that moment is fleeting – rapidly replaced with rambling incoherence. I suppose it’s no accident that so many famous artists have descended into drink driven madness over the years.

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  2. I love the taste and the slightly relaxed feeling, but hate feeling buzzed. So I drink until I’m buzzed, then stop, then drink again once I feel back to normal.

    I hate hangovers! The most worrisome part of getting older is that there’s no consistency anymore to how I feel after I drink. Sometimes I can feel absolutely fine after a couple drinks, other times I feel like utter hell. There’s no rhyme or reason to it.

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  3. I have always been one to drink for the taste of it. Not that I haven’t tied one on, from time to time, but my objective was never the buzz. Then came the gluten free life. Good bye beer. Then came the sensitivity to sulphites. Good bye most wines and ciders. I’m not one much for hard liquor–a shot of bourbon now and again, during the winter, after a hard day of shoveling snow and then a lovely settling in, in front of the fire.

    So now I’ll have the occasional gluten-free beer–mostly on a hot day, after working in the garden. It has to be really cold (as the refreshment is a big part of it.) And beyond that, I don’t drink much at all. I guess it’s just part of being older. I’d rather feel good and be productive.

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