Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Anonymous Calls Me A Fool For Being Sober

Go figure!  Got this comment (below) on August 3, 2015.  Now, when did I write that blog post you might ask, especially if you were going to call someone a fool?

Ah, let's see, February 2012.

So, how, exactly, do you get to 20 months?  And when your math is so off, how do you get off calling someone a fool?

And precisely, please tell me, how do you call ANYONE a fool for ANY time sober?

Sounds like you know who is the fool.

Anonymous said...
You have been sober only 20 months and think you can write a blog about sobriety? What a fool.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

New Goals.

Start things.  And finish them.  Simple, right?

Then go do it.  And stop talking about it.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Nostalgia Early Days

Nostalgia seems to be based a certain lack of awareness of one's experiences, that is, pre-narrative.  Before we apply a frame, we experience "that stuff" of life without borders.  Surely, we do have borders, but for nostalgic crooners among us (most of us), they were more porous and less intensely explicit.

Nostalgia is tricky, partially because we cannot recreate that time, especially and precisely because the notion of recreating it necessarily pollutes it.  But also because the lathe of memory is too strong for us to remember accurately.

Nostalgia is like fantasy: best kept in one's head.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Sobriety In The New Year

If you've planned to give up drinking for the new year: welcome.

If you've given up drinking before: welcome.

If you have been divorced, dirty, morally challenged, and regret deeply: welcome.

When you figure out that you have to make a change and you're on the third sick day of benders: welcome.

When you give up alcohol and gain ten pounds from the counterbalance of sweets; if

you're grumpy and assholish and nasty when you can't get your fix;  and

you're smart and devilish and sarcastic and a little crazy and selfish and you have decided you know everything you can like the foolish teenagers you calibrate away from seeing clearly: welcome.

And when you decide, after your five weeks of post new year slump that being sober is a downer;

And when your friends decided that your sober self is a bit different, shall we say, from the "real" you;

And when the light bulb cannot be fished out with a half cut slice of potato;

And when the fledgling excitement is stale:


This is sobriety.