My first roommate was very sheltered, and definitely not harmful at all to my new sober lifestyle, but I got a new one the other day. This one showed up drunk, and has been drinking since she got here with all the rest of the group. They have all been partying the whole time they have been here, but I have avoided that crowd, not for fear that I would give in, but out of disgust for them. They show up for class everyday feeling like shit. I don;t miss that feeling.
I came back to my room this afternoon and once again had to clear away the beer cans from my room, and clean up some of the mess left behind, and I realized exactly how far I have come( i have gone from dreading the day I would have to quit drinking, to being disgusted by it). I am 65 days AF right now, and I have no urge to join the crowd, they try to act like they are having fun, and they brag about how much they can drink, then spend all day complaining about how bad they feel, only to repeat the process yet again.
Just a short time ago, I was the one doing that, and the one wondering what the heck I had done, and what I would regret, and what I was going to do to feel better, but then go and do the same thing over again. There are others here who dont drink or dont want to hang out with them, or that group of people, and all they do is talk about all the stupid stuff they did the night before. I am extremely satisfied knowing I am at peace tonight with where I am.
I am only barely into this process, and I have a long way to go, and I still have my moments. I am far from cured; but it is definitely and eye opening experience to see what you once acted like or somewhat like from a different perspective. We all have our memories of what we have done, and memories of stupid crap I have said keep me away from that stuff whenever the thought enters my head, but this was a whole other level...I kind of feel sorry for them, if that makes any sense?? I dont know, but this has been interesting.
Victoria
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