i think i’m fooling myself with this little experiment. but i also think im bored. im feeling stuck in sobriety and i don’t think the answer is drinking but hey, it is AN answer i suppose.
i don’t feel compelled necessarily, and i have a much lower limit and it’s been ok. a little wine after work, one tequila soda. but i may have one tonight too and there’s no reason but that i may want to.
even tho the “restrictions” i have, have been put on myself, i still feel this anarchist desire to rebel. even tho it’s something to keep me alive. and it’s REALLY rebelling if i’m sober cos capitalism and blah blah blah.
but does it feel honest? not always. alcohol is such a welcome addition to the constant pain of existence and to abstain seems insane. same with weed. and the fact that they may hurt me? for some reason that doesn’t matter so much to me. what’s wrong with me? why do i seem to crave self destruction? are some people just like this? questions that will probably remain unanswered.
i know i need to start writing again. and singing and playing music again. i know it will help save me and yet i feel so fucking mentally constipated when i think about it. like there is a legitimate blockage or stoppage somewhere inside of me and i cant fucking crack it. i think alcohol helped crack it tbh.
perhaps i can be normal again. use alcohol as a tool, not have it use me. but it’s that slippery slope. gravity has the habit of bringing you back down to the ground and there doesn’t seem to be any footholds to stop it.
maybe there are. or maybe i’m just lying to myself.