From an early age, we are trained to always be working towards “becoming someone.” To know how to answer the question of what we want to be when we grow up.
I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be really honest with me. Really honest, not white lie: "Things are okay. I’m not really in emotional turmoil, honest." I mean take a good hard look at yourself and then answer. Okay.
I'm the biggest lightweight ever. I'm always the first one to be drunk, the first one to finish having drinks, and the only one who can never participate in drinking games. People see being a lightweight as the worst, because you can't enjoy a whole lot of alcohol. But that doesn't bother me, or some of us lightweights. Want to know why? We don't blow all of our money on so much alcohol! We'll spend $15 max and it's enough drinks to get us feeling great throughout the night.
It was 3 months into the relationship when he told me he drank a 6 pack every night after we got off the phone. I was high when he told me. So was he. We were in Seattle. It was legal. And I didn't know I'd been dating a user or else I would not have been high.
School was officially over for the summer and I was ready for the much anticipated, best holidays with my best friends. At newly 14, I was thrilled at the thought of no school for a whole six weeks, with copious amounts of lie-ins, spontaneous shopping trips to the capital on the train (as our mothers would hate to drop us off with the heavy traffic and minimal parking) and visits to the nail bar and tattoo shop—making the most of having our noses pierced to keep up with the trend and the longest, sparkliest acrylic nails, as we were off school and had no policies to follow concerning our appearance.
When you mention the word “alcoholic,” the first image that comes to mind is often that of an old man sitting on a park bench, wearing fingerless gloves and swigging whiskey from a brown paper bag.
I speak from a place of personal and heartfelt experiences in which I have seen the effects of alcohol, both short term and long term.
Everyone has that one crazy night in college. Mine is just a little different.
Drinking was considered the number one cardinal sin in our home growing up. My father's first wife was an alcoholic, which caused him to start drinking, and by the time they divorced he had an issue with alcohol that he resolved by replacing drinks with milk. My paternal grandfather was quite the drinker, as were my uncles on my mother's side, just to name a few, so it is in my genetic makeup to want to drink.
Have you noticed that the alcoholic appears to blame you for everything? You may have prepared the best meal, or overly cleaned the home, or made sure the children were all in bed before he arrived home. Still, there would be something he will pick at and blame you for.
I never thought I would call myself an alcoholic—especially not at 23. I figured I was just doing what everyone else was doing...having fun! But a few instances of my head in a toilet bowl and not remembering how much money I spent the night before got me thinking...maybe I wasn't doing this the way I was supposed to.
In every group of friends, there always seems to be a mixture of some really different personalities, and this is great because it makes for an interesting group of people. And nothing brings out your true personality quite like alcohol—lots of alcohol—so what kind of drunk friend are you?