I was reading posts the last little while here, and it occurred to me that the notion of "just one" has been all pervasive for much of my drunken life.
When I woke up hungover, the day went from "none for me today!" to "well, just one will make me feel better." (and of course, there was never "just one")
When I have had my small successes with AF days, the notion of "just one" has done me in not once, not twice, but three times!! DUH. There is no "just one" for me.
I've known I have a problem for years - and I can't count the number of occassions where "just one" entered the thinking - whether drunk or sober or somewhere in between at the time such as: "Why can't I have just one like other people?"
Here is the REAL question I find myself asking this afternoon.
"What in the Sam Hill is so special about a lousy drink? Why have I been obsessed in so many different ways, for such a long time over the notion of one stupid drink?"
Heck - one drink doesn't even give me a buzz. It doesn't really taste good either (any notion of drinking for the "taste" of it is long since gone for me). Why why why?
Geez. What a Beast fantasy lie that "Just One" business is.
I don't want one. I've never wanted one. THIS lie needs to stop in its tracks, right there in my pea brain.
I don't want one now or ever and that is that.
DG
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