{"id":479,"date":"2014-04-07T09:01:15","date_gmt":"2014-04-07T13:01:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/?p=479"},"modified":"2026-04-07T09:04:02","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T13:04:02","slug":"eat-drink-and-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/2014\/04\/07\/eat-drink-and-be\/","title":{"rendered":"Eat, Drink, and … Be"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s not easy being drunk all the time;\u00a0<\/span>
Everyone would do it if it were easy.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"S03E10\"<\/a><\/p>\n

There’s a wide gap between a “social” drinker and an “alcoholic”. \u00a0 It’s a\u00a0regrettably coarse span of choices found on personality inventories. \u00a0 Most who do imbibe can honestly choose\u00a0the first. \u00a0Some might convince themselves that because they drink to\u00a0be<\/strong> social, they are social drinkers. \u00a0Few wish to admit to the latter, which is more a medical diagnosis than a choice or a description of a lifestyle.<\/p>\n

In casual parlance, “being drunk all the time” would be a fair definition of an alcoholic, even if it discounted the hours of work and sleep or required vigilance wherein the being was just the hope of an eventual scratch of an angry itch behind the throat.<\/p>\n

During most of my term in the jail of marriage, my drinks consisted of\u00a0beer and wine, which are the metals of the medals of lesser ranks on the\u00a0drunkard ladder.<\/p>\n

In the end years, when coming home from the office meant an hour of cold misery with my gaoler before a few of genuine love from angels plucked from peace into life– during those times, the beer was relegated to a pastime during grilling, and the\u00a0wine poured\u00a0in greater quantities as the sun set. \u00a0 However, after the girls were asleep and before their mother came home to sleep in her hammock, the mainstay was a\u00a0good Scotch whisky redolent of peat.<\/p>\n

Once, their mother asked what I’d do if she left me. \u00a0I said I’d likely get a small apartment and get drunk every night. \u00a0She broke a bit there, and cried. \u00a0It was near dusk, and my eldest peeked outside to see what was happening. \u00a0I hushed her back inside. \u00a0It was over by then.<\/p>\n

The marriage, that is. \u00a0The drinking was just beginning.<\/p>\n

Enough of the back-story. \u00a0Today, I buy more\u00a0alcohol than I do milk. \u00a0I probably drink more alcohol than water. \u00a0Indeed, besides the bubbly that issues from my SodaStream, there is rarely any other beverage in my apartment but vodka.<\/p>\n

A few months ago, I began infrequently joking about being an alcoholic. \u00a0When\u00a0a chuckled bit of occasional self-deprecation becomes a daily statement of wearily wry\u00a0fact– well, it’s not a joke anymore.<\/p>\n

A fierce disclaimer before I go any further:\u00a0My girls are my reason for living, and their safety and happiness will always dry up any thirst for alcohol. \u00a0I will not risk any lapse of vigilance when they are in my care. \u00a0<\/em><\/strong>Let that be\u00a0noted and acknowledged as an overriding clause for any future statements.<\/p>\n

Most nights, I’m drunk within an hour of leaving work and arriving “home”. \u00a0 That is, I’m well on my way toward an inebriation that will eventually erode my impulse control\u00a0and sway my physical balance. \u00a0It’ll be a few hours more until I’m near slipping and\/or slurring on my spelling, my grammar, or over my own feet– but I’m\u00a0drunk in at least the sense of being legally bound as either passenger or pedestrian for any travel.<\/p>\n

It’s Easter morning as I write this. \u00a0I’ve finished re-watching Game of Thrones, and the scene that leads this post prompted me to start writing … something. \u00a0I’m not drunk now, and won’t be for at least another six hours or so. \u00a0 Friday, I started at noon. \u00a0In any case, I’ve forgotten my point. \u00a0Was there a point? \u00a0What good reason could there be for my public admission\u00a0of\u00a0“alcoholism” when doing so could result in losing access to my girls? \u00a0Nothing else matters, but that’s a very dear and important matter.<\/p>\n

Let’s put this one to sleep for now.<\/p>\n

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