Posted: Jul 01, 2021 2:52 pm
The Serpent wrote:Keep It Real wrote:Maybe not the right subforum for this but alcoholism/psychology so...move as desired.
I'm firmly on the wagon these days and that's partly due to my working out that drinking alcohol does in fact "go against everything I believe in." What do I believe in? That people need claim responsibility for our actions and thus behave responsibly.
Drinking alcohol seems the antithesis of this crux, being that to drink is, to a greater or lesser extent, to LOSE one's inhibitions, reasoning and higher "humane" intellectual properties and thus behave irresponsibly (again, to a greater or lesser extent).
I am ideologically opposed to drinking alcohol. Fundy fundy fundy!
yes, it's true. Call me Comfort
Are you like this all the time? I mean in real life where there are consequences and stuff or is this something you do online just to upset the inmates comfortable in the knowledge you won't cop a punch in the cake-hole.
Enquiring minds and all that.
I started this other thread here about personal responsibility which outlines my views on this more thoroughly. I'm now back on the wagon, been 7 days dry now and looking/feeling good (goodish at any rate, if it weren't for this brutal <900kcal diet I've put myself on which is...uncomfortable).
The drinking "blip" that occurred last week was just that, a blip, and highlighted the dreadful consequences of lewd/crude/rude/insane/inane/inflamed behaviour which happens when I hit the sauce. Eg: I punched a wall with the flat of my palm several times which fucked up and tore my muscles/ligaments in my arm (I'm built - been working out a lot recently) and shouted and screamed myself horse because of the unjust and tragic current situation of poverty and famine in Ethiopia; lost the next day (Friday) entirely and even neglected to take my warfarin (crime of the century, IMO, seizures caused by blood clots on brain....not funny); spent a fortune, chatted shit to locals on the street, ate rubbish, consumed the calories in 22ish cans of beer (bang went the diet)...I could go on.
Fuck booze. I'd scream it from the rafters, if only that wouldn't seem crazy/dumb. I'd tell my opinion of the demonic sauce to anybody's face, such is my resolve....even to a fuming Vladimir Klitschko, for example. Fuck the demon drink in the eyehole with a screwdriver wrapped in razor wire.
I have no fear about speaking my truth on this, no matter what "gob smacking" uncivilised atavistic savage might object. Claro? Dobry.