I do alcoholism like I do politics: half-assed
Jan, 28, 2010 -- By: Mrs. Flinger
Jan, 28, 2010
Remember the time I said I was going to quit drinking? Yea, that didn’t work out so great. In fact, that lasted roughly a week, maybe.
So I googled, “ALCOHOLISM” because I like to be all dramatic and diagnose myself with things from Dr. Google. It validates every ache and pain and makes me appreciate the fact that I do, indeed, have roughly 4.23 months to live according to some scientific study based on rats in England.
Apparently, though, I’m only a half-assed alcoholic.
Can’t a girl get some pity around here? Jeeze.
This is an approximation of what Google taught me:
Symptom #1: If you googled this because you think you have a problem, you do not have a problem. The sucker with the problem is currently passed out on the couch with no idea he/she may be drinking too much.
Symptom #2: If you forget to pay bills on a monthly basis but it has nothing to do with drinking, just the fact that you are awful at being a grown-up, you can not count that as Failure to fulfill major obligations at work, school, or home. Just grow up.
Symptom #3: You work at a computer, therefor you are not using in recurrent situations where it is hazardous (such as operating machinery). If you got pulled over and totally freaked your shit because you had half the legal limit and that is the last time you ever drove after drinking, you’re just a guilt-ridden recovering Catholic. Take a number.
Symptom #4: If you can’t go to a work conference without being a total blabbermouth, this MAY constitute continued use of alcohol despite having social, family, or interpersonal problems caused by or worsened by drinking but really you’re just a putz.
I looked over the rest of the possible symptoms. Again, on a scale of “Holy crap you drunk” and “You drink wine for communion only” I’m about a “Meh”
Exhibit a:
So, here I am, left with the usual issue I have in life: I’m good enough not to be a drinktard but not so invested to need help.
Well, swell.
In the mean time, I’m spending just a touch too much on booze, getting just a touch too many calories from it and, when surveying the last 6 years of my life, have neither gained, nor lost, a single damn pound since the birth of my first child.
I am to alcohol as Mandy Moore is to music.
One day, in my middle age, I will find something to excel at. Even if it kills me.
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Wow, I’m glad I’m not alone…LOL. I quit the first part of January, started losing weight, and didn’t have a drink for three weeks.
Then I went to NOLA. Oops. My liver is just now recovering.
Me too. The middle’s a good place.
I am awesome a being mediocre at everything. My problem is, those times that I DO drink, I drink waaaay too much. Overkill. Perhaps I should find a happy balance. *snort*
Mandy Moore. Heh.
I like to drink. Do I need to? Nope. I just like to. No problem here.
Snort! I declared January 2 that I’d dink no more alcohol this month after the holiday debauchery cocktail of wine, beer, vodka, and champagne. I’ve “cheated” a few times with a few sips of Alan’s beer but so far I’VE MADE IT BABY!
Tomorrow the kids are home all DAY…no school do to “snow” here (I hear you laughing at our wimpy ass snow.)
So tomorrow night I’ll probably drink a bottle of wine.
Just realized your cute little ooompa loompa people graphics are ANIMATED when you click over them.
YOU ROCK.
Meh! - Well I’ll drink to that! LoL. (But just a diet coke.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll dip into the “hard stuff”)
Heh. ;D
As long as you’re not having too many adverse consequences. ;D
you so funny. i’d tell ya if you were an alky, babe.
*smooch*
oh hello, are you me?
Any time I read any kind of diet/exercise/get your shit together already kind of book, let alone watch The Biggest Loser, they’re all like, “you gotta cut out the alcohol.” I’m like, NOOOOO, DON’T MAKE ME. cuz seriously, yeah…i last about a week unless I’m on some kind of 30-day challenge, in which I drink non-alcoholic beer, and get maybe a little too excited for communion and/or the ny-quil. b/c you know, when you work on your feet for 8 hours doing some degree of real physical labor, and you do way more than your co-worker, damn if 2 glasses of wine doesn’t take the edge off. Except it’s not so much an edge, as a precipice.
I really like you.
This totally cracked me up. I too am in the “meh” category.
What is it about this place?
After what was quite possibly The Worst Christmas On Record (complete with… actually, no, you don’t get to know that), I have sworn off the drink. And starting taking an herbal supplement that rhymes with Planed Cons Tort. Or something.
Now? So much better. I don’t even touch people inappropriately anymore!
Wait. Forget I said that.
We can’t all be overachievers at everything. Way to rock the mediocrity.
I gave up booze for January because I was tired of my liver screaming my name in the middle of the night. To say that Christmas was a little wild would be an understatement.
This feels like rehab. Only 2 more days. Of course, I lost 10 pounds so there is that.
My husband gave up booze for January. He’s been out drunk 4 nights since the end of January. That’s only 6 days ago!
My method of a little drink now and then works far better for my liver than his binge and purge method!