My Drinking Habit
Drinking never scared me. It should have, but it didn’t. I was able to compartmentalize different areas of my life so well that I allowed myself to believe that I was fine… no problem here, sir… keep on walkin’ along. Drinking didn’t scare me when I got nearly arrested. It didn’t scare me when some of my friends slowly drifted away, tired of my preoccupation with finding the next party. It didn’t scare me when I spent many mornings and some full days in bed hungover. It didn’t scare me when I was making a mess of my finances because I was drinking too much to act like a responsible adult. It didn’t scare me when I lied about having migraines or food poisoning to get out of going to work or college because I felt too bad to go. It didn’t scare me when I acted like a jerk with many of my close friends. Drinking didn’t scare me when I had a horrible car accident and spent two days with a head injury. Well, that’s not exactly true. It scared me for two or three weeks, but I w...