Why Bother?

2 07 2010

While we were in Vegas, my coworkers and I got frozen slushy-type drinks. You could order them with or without alcohol. I ordered mine virgin (I even have the receipt to prove it!), since I’m good and pure and always try to do the right thing. Well, mostly the last one. Without “always.” But I am trying.

On Tuesday I had this lovely conversation with my boss (who went to Vegas with us):

Hal: “I have to ask–you had alcohol in your frozen drink, didn’t you?”
Me: “Um…no. Why?”
Hal: “I just assumed you did.”

What the hell? I made a concerted effort to do the right thing (because believe me, I did consider having the bartender toss in a little something extra) and he just figures I gave right in?

I asked Hal on Thursday why he assumed I drank. He said, “Well, you talk about it all the time.”

I do talk about it a lot. I think about it a lot. Like I said to Hal, “You know how often you think about sex? That’s about how often I think about being high or drunk.” Okay, maybe not quite that much, but you get the idea. Here’s the thing, though: if I’m talking about it, odds are I’m not doing it. It’s not a fool-proof formula but it’s pretty close to the truth.

When I’m in relapse mode, I shut down. I stop talking to people. I make a definitive effort to prove to everyone that I’m doing well and everything in my life is fantastic. If you ever catch me doing that on my blog, please call me on it, because there’s a high possibility I’m doing very, very poorly. (Exception: Mundane Mondays, which are designed to help me focus on the positive things in my life. Please don’t see that as relapse mode.)

Hopefully someday that will change and when I say things are fantastic and everything is great it’ll be the truth, but for now, I hope you can bear with me. I’m going to talk about drinking. I’m going to talk about getting high. I have a rich fantasy life, and it’s not about hot cabana boys–it’s about chemically altered forms of consciousness. Oh, and lots of naps. That’s how I cope.

Tonight I’m sad. I’ll tell you very honestly that I’d like to take a pill and feel mellow and happy, or have a drink and slide through the night. It’s a big step for me to admit even that much weakness. After all, I wouldn’t want you to know I’m, say, human or anything. That’d just be embarrassing.

Feelings kinda suck.

Oh, one last thing–If you follow me on Twitter, please be aware that I’m taking a hiatus. It might be a weekend, or it might be until I’m feeling a little more emotionally stable. If you want to know the specific reasons, email me. I’m not going into them here because I’ve gotten enough crap about the whole situation.

*Oh, WordPress Proofreader. Just when I’m ready to call things off between us, you sense my desolation and tell me how fantastic I am. “No writing errors were found,” indeed. You are the wind beneath my wings.

**I take it back. Yes, I meant “sense” instead of “since.” Jackhole.

***Stop criticizing my choice of insults. You’re not doing yourself any favors, although I must admit I’m amused by your suggestion that I meant “backhoe.”




4 responses

4 07 2011
So Maybe I Should Write Something « Like Swimming

[…] Remember back when I said if I stop talking, there’s a high probability I’m not doing well? […]

3 07 2010

I appreciate your honesty. You are helping more people than you’ll ever know by sharing your struggle.
Oh, and I do follow you on twitter. I don’t know the whole story but I wish you well. No judging here.

2 07 2010
Kristina P.

I was meeting with a client today, who has been sober 4 months. She said that she knows she will never drink again, and she believes it, which is great. I spent a long time with her on triggers and coping skills, and knowing that even when you are least expecting it, that addiction will always be lingering in the corner.

I actually was thinking of you, when I was talking to her, and how hard you have to fight in order to stay sober, no matter how badly you want to stay clean.

I actually have a margarita story. I was eating at a pub inside the SLC airport, waiting for my plane, and ordered a virgin margarita. I didn’t drink a ton of it, but honestly, it tasted totally fine to me. When I got the bill, and saw that my drink was $9, I realized they took my alcohol virginity.

3 07 2010

Kristina! I’m shocked and appalled. And to think, I was going to submit your name for sainthood.

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