To be honest, I don?t think I have ever been one of the people who can have just a few drinks and then stop. I?ve been trying to do that since I was about 18 and never really succeeded. Sometimes it just ends with me having a few more than I was planning and going to sleep without incident, but more usually it ends with me doing, or at the very least saying, something I regret. Anyway, I have been toying with the idea of trying to quit drinking for years, usually managed to convince myself that it won?t be necessary, that if I can prove to myself that I can control it I will be fine, only to prove myself wrong time and again, and still convincing myself that next time will be different. It never is.
Then I had weight loss surgery a year ago, and apparently one of the downsides of that is an increased risk of alcohol problems due to the fact that you end up with both a very decreased tolerance and also will be physically affected a bit differently. I didn?t know that beforehand. I feel in some way that maybe I should think of it as a good thing that the surgery now forces me both to eat a more healthy diet and to stop drinking ? but, if I had known that beforehand I?m not sure I would have made the decision to do it, but I think I should have if that makes any sense. As for the exercise bit, well.. even though I actually enjoy some forms of training when I get myself past the laziness and motivate myself to get moving, the motivation bit is hard enough when sober, no power on earth will get me to the gym with a hangover.
So, what finally got me here after years of trying to convince myself I don?t have a problem? Well, I was at a party a couple of weeks before Christmas, and it was a disaster. I was planning to just have a few drinks like everyone else and not get too drunk, but ended up getting totally smashed, tripping over my own feet and scraping my knee and generally making a total idiot of myself. Oh, and hitting on my married colleague. Just to make it worse, my colleague is a very nice guy ? nice enough to get me out of the party and get me home ? though of course in hindsight, it really would have been much better for him if he hadn?t, since now everyone who was at the party is convinced we had sex. We didn?t, nothing happened, but nobody believes that. Which is bad of course since like I said he?s married, and a very nice guy who I?ve always liked as a friend. There is a certain attraction there as well, but really, I wouldn?t hit on married friends when sober, it?s never a good idea?and I really didn?t want to get him in trouble just because I become a moron when I drink.
This is why I feel I really crossed the line this time. It?s not the first time I start hitting on someone after a few drinks because I?m feeling lonely and in need of at least some physical comfort, but I never thought i would sink to the point of doing it to a friend. Funny really, as long as I?m sober I?m extremely shy, I?m the girl who barely looks you in the eye and never talks unless I have to ? but give me a few drinks and all inhibitions disappear completely ? that?s kind of why I started drinking, although the intention was not to start dragging home strangers from the pub, it was just to be able to actually have a normal conversation with people. Not really working as intended.
Oh, I don?t hang about in pubs and sleep with strangers all the time, I "only" do it sometimes.The point is, I don?t want to be doing it at all. I don?t really have any moral objections to one night stands in and of themselves for those who want to do it, but 1. it dosen?t do much for me if I don?t at least like the person and 2. going off with a stranger when you?re too drunk to see straight is as stupid as it is dangerous. At best you get disappointingly bad sex- at worst, anything could happen. For some reason, I have been very lucky ? no STDs, no unwanted pregnancies and no serious incidents (though I have had a few occasions of looking at the person I?ve woken up next to and thinking ?what the hell was I thinking?, but I think of that as being self-inflicted really to be honest.)
I don?t want any more mornings of waking up and thinking ?where am I and why?, and also, statistically, I know it?s only a matter of time before my luck runs out and something does happen. Besides, the occasional disappointing one night stand really isn?t what I want, I miss being in a relationship. Though you know, that?s probably not the best idea right now either ? before I try to find that I should probably start with finding me, and it might be a good idea to try to work on the inability to trust anybody, and the fact that I don?t actually expect anyone to give a damn about me - neither of those traits are good, the first makes me very hard for anyone to approach or get to know since I?m too suspicious of everybody?s motives to let anyone get close to me. And the second makes me a magnet for total bastards, so whenever I do let someone close I?m usually proven right that I shouldn?t have. Yes, I know that?s because I attract exactly the wrong people, but it took me as long time to understand that.
I could blame all this on a lot of things, the surgery, my life generally not really going the way I want it to at the moment, still being a bit down after a few crashed relationships in the past, the abuse of my childhood, or something else. All of those things are true, but I don?t think any of them really matter anymore. I?m simply where and who I am, how I got here isn?t the point.
I?m not sure where this journey will take me, but I will start by saying I won?t drink today.
Oh by the way, English isn?t my first language, so I hope this isn?t too disjointed and weird.
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