As I sit here falling deeper into the slump of drunkenness I am forced to ask the question of whether or not to continue. Ok so the answers pretty obvious to me.
I guess I really just want to know how many other people are doing the same thing I am on a Friday night. Drinking alone and surfing Yahoo Questions.
Come on I know you're out there.
2007-02-09 14:59:51 · 12 answers · asked by Ryoma 1 in Food & Drink ➔ Beer, Wine & Spirits
Pathetic, aren't we?! There was a time many years ago when I wouldn't be caught dead still at home on a Friday night, but now I'm downright comfortable with chilling at home by myself. I was watching the tube for a while, but nothing good was on (I s'pose all those television programmers figure that everybody must be out on a Friday night ...) so I've switched over to surfing Y!A. Pass me another beer , will ya?
2007-02-09 15:13:02 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I was once there where you are, enjoying the hell out of drinking and doing whatever I wanted! The problem is, that was the problem. I seemed to enjoy myself, but everyone else had to make their own shitty comments about my drinking. All it did was piss me off and push them away. I didn't care who they were, or how much they loved me, if they didn't like my drinking, then they had to go. I always surrounded myself with people who drank like I did, to hell with everyone else. I never wanted to be reminded that Alcohol was the biggest thing in my life, to me I already knew it was everything.
I could go on, but instead I will leave you with my written pre-face to a book I have written about Alcohol and Me. I hope you understand as you read it. Please be careful!
As my feet slap down against the cold wet pavement, and my face drips rain from the storm, an unrelenting need to drink pushes me further. Exact final destination appears unknown , but it's inevitable that the evil inside will again return me to the source of my nightmare. No control, no will of my own, no power had I found that might evict this hell that had infected my body and mind. Self-identity, and all that was once me, had been buried under countless layers of drunkenness, so deep, that any calls for help were merely an echo inside my head.
This living liquid curse, cunning and without conscience, had been absorbed into a body which at one time eagerly welcomed it's unyielding influence. But now, as the onslaught of alcohol turned viciously against the world around me, it was only I being held responsible for it's drunken destruction carried out during my imprisonment.
Those intense fear ridden mornings, when I awoke to find yet another nightmare of alcohol's creation, devilishly constructed from it's own personality the night before. Whether it was the sight of dried blood crusted over both hands, or the unfamiliar surroundings of a place where I shouldn't have been, alcohol knew how to render me frozen with crippling insecurity. Too frightened to reason out a healthy answer as to what was happening to me, a deliberate terror of conscience always reached out and tightly gripped my soul. This devil, disguised and hidden behind my own recently drunken face, knew exactly where I'd run to for help. This was much more then an accident through drink. Alcohol's intent was to survive at all costs, to live and breath it's own existence using me as it's host of choice.
But, now, unaware of this developing transformation, all I wanted to do was calm the terror inside my head. There would be only one place, one exit, one chance to escape into a feeling of normality. Alcohol left nothing to chance, and as it waited patiently for me to return a bottle to my lips, I could almost hear a deep sullen laughter quicken my mobility. I desperately needed to lock myself away into the only security I knew, and to experience that precious freedom, I once again had to ingest my enslaver.
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Steve Procto
I have alot more that I have written
2007-02-10 17:47:04 · answer #2 · answered by Steve 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
So I am not alone in my quest of Y! Answer Points...haha. I'm not sitting at home by myself. But my hubby and I are having a drink, and giving live changing answers....haha. Pass us another!
2007-02-09 23:14:01 · answer #3 · answered by bad_kitty213 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I just got off a very bad night at work and I'm pounding bourbon... I bet you had a better time.
2007-02-09 23:35:23 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I've been drinking since 2pm!
I am throwing back Jack and Cokes likes its going out of style.
I am so drunk, I can't take it!
2007-02-10 00:26:02 · answer #5 · answered by traderb550 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
HELL YEA...why not, anything better goin on ??.... i think not, its mighty safe here in the comfort of my own home lol...uh oh, ahh out of beer, time to go to the fridge....happy sleeping all :)
2007-02-09 23:20:38 · answer #6 · answered by bhayes006 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
"Never ask someone if they want another drink as it might imply they have had too much". Just pour and shut up! LOL!!!
2007-02-09 23:55:50 · answer #7 · answered by JD_in_FL 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Me, but I'm heading off to bed.
(Rum and Coke for me)
2007-02-10 01:44:24 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Cheers and have another one on me!! Pay you later then.
2007-02-09 23:07:13 · answer #9 · answered by Cakebread 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Right on! TGIF. You're not alone ;)
2007-02-09 23:03:22 · answer #10 · answered by orangewoman2001 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋