I don’t know why, but even if I haven’t gone on a weekend binge or bender in a while, and even if my wife is OK with it, for some reason, the next day after I drink, I feel guilt. People who know me, know that I’m a very happy person when I drink, because I like to talk a lot, joke around, listen to music but not get in trouble or problems. But I just can’t get around the fact, how the next day, for no reason at all, I feel so much guilt.
Good morning and happy Sunday kids. I’m happy to say that yesterday my wife and daughter had a big time birthday celebration and they loved it.
As for me? I don’t know how many beers I had last night, but after everything was said and done, I went to bed and I didn’t continue drinking this morning the way that I usually do, which is fucking great. I don’t know, but I really think that something changed in my brain, because I’m not drinking like a crazy person, the way that I used to do on the weekends, which is good. As a matter of fact, today I feel great because I don’t have a hangover.
Good morning and happy Monday kids! I hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and remember not to let an asshole fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.
As for me? The 4 beers left from Saturday night are still in the fridge, but It’s funny, because yesterday, the few times that I though about the beers, for some reason, I felt disgusted, so I left it at that, which reinforces the reason why I don’t see myself as an alcoholic. You see, when it comes to alcohol, I can take it or leave it, it’s just that when I do take it, I usually go on a weekend bender, which I’m happy to say didn’t happen this weekend, but I still have to be careful with that shit, because history has shown me, that I have a very crazy and unstable relationship with alcohol.
Good morning and happy Saturday kids. After a couple of weekends without drinking, yesterday evening I decided to have a couple of beers, and to be honest with you, that’s exactly what I did. After having four 7 oz beers, I just didn’t feel like drinking anymore, so I got myself a sandwich, then coffee with milk and watched TV until I fell asleep. As a matter of fact, today I feel fucking great, as if I didn’t drink at all.
The truth is, that after everything was said and done, I was way too fucking tired to drink anyway, because even though I’m currently working from home, Monday through Friday I still wake up at around 4:30 am, start working at 8:00 am and by the time I finish my work day at 4:30 pm, most of the time, I just want to walk my baby and then take a nap. I guess yesterday was no exception or is this a new weekend thing for me? Are my mind and body trying to say something to me? As always, I’m an open minded person, so I’ll keep an eye on that.
Good afternoon and happy Friday kids. I could be lot of things, but one thing I’m not is hypocrite and a liar. As I have mentioned before, I don’t drink during regular weekdays or workdays, I only drink some weekends, and even though I’ve been working from home since mid-March, I only do it on Fridays after work, never during.
To get to the point, today I decided to have a couple of beers while I chill out at home after work, while listening to some old-school Latin freestyle and House music. The thing about me is, that when I decide to drink, I like doing it at home or at family gatherings, for some reason, I never liked bars or such places. At home, I can have a couple of family members and or friends over, talk, laugh and listen to whatever music we want in a safe environment, without having to worry that a drunk asshole, might want to start something with us. With that said… Cheers kids!
Yesterday, I was finally able to figure out why I have never been able to click with AA or call myself an alcoholic. Let me put it this way, I do drink, and when I do, it’s no surprise that I always binge for a couple of days. The thing about my drinking is, that when I do it, I only do it on some, not every, someweekends and never on workdays. As a matter of fact, I can go months without any alcohol and don’t even miss it. I believe that the problem lies, when society and the medical community classifies someone like me as an alcoholic.
To be honest, one thing that I did learn from my research was, that even though I occasionally binge drink, I worry way too fucking much what society and the medical community labels me as, and I have to stop that shit and worry about really important things. Sometimes I do feel that my worrying stems from my OCD, but I really can’t say for sure. So now you know the reason, why you won’t see me posting a lot about drinking and shit.
OK boys, girls and others, I am happy to announce that this was my first alcohol-free weekend of 2021 and I feel fucking great. As a matter of fact, yesterday I was so busy that I didn’t miss drinking for shit. The thing about my weekend binge drinking is, that as long as I keep my crazy ass mind busy, specially in the evenings, I’m OK. I am so fucking happy, that this Sunday morning, I’m not dealing with a fucked up hangover. WOO-HOO!