Just fixed the last three public posts for drunk-blogging errors. I mean, I'm bad enough sober (warning: I'm sober), but drunk-blogging is just like, cringe-inducing. I haven't engaged in much of it over the years (and most of it was on my other blog, where yeah, anyone would need a good stiff drink, or three, to deal with that audience) but after seeing the results of my latest bout of this sort of blogging I don't think I'll do it again.
Then again it's FUN it's really FUN
Which reminds me (or did what I'm about to say remind me I was drunk-blogging? Hmmmm) there's a real reason women drink (warning: I'm a woman) but the author, now sober, can't seem to find it. This read was almost as cringe-inducing as checking out my drunk-blogging, because as snarky/rhetorical as the author was in asking, "Is this why we drink?" as she comments upon situations where drinking's been foisted upon us as the normal thing to do either before, during, or after doing the thing, you can't help but wonder, well, why else?
Historically, alcohol numbs pain, so the Brazilian shouldn't even be on her rhetorical list of reasons for drinking. I mean, put me in enough pain and yep, me too! Other situations where society's made drinking what to do before, during or after self-improving activities - like hot yoga, working out or running a marathon - indeed seem like ridiculous setups for this sort of "reward".
I most want a drink after sleeping badly, working ceaselessly, arguing with idiots and banning at least two people from my other blog before cooking dinner, cleaning up, cleaning cat puke and in general wanting to go hang myself. OK, in that case? Please. Give me. A freakin'. Drink. Preferably before I get to the part where I'm cooking dinner. Drinking is for numb, for turning the day, mind, and todo list off. It's for finally cracking a smile and not spooking in shock at it because there's something else I just haven't thought of. Yet. Or something else looming I just haven't gotten to. Yet.
For me drinking's not the reward.
Not feeling like I need a drink? That's the moment when I win the day, the Internet, the world, freaking EVERYTHING. That's the dissociation I make. I don't go, "Oh, got my nails done/got off work/got done shopping/got the walk over, time to "celebrate" [or "relax"] with this drink!" No, I don't even want a drink, which is how I spend vast amounts of time not drinking - I'm just not stressed out/tired enough/pissed off enough. Then again, my tolerance levels for sheer bullshit might be off the chain by now, so of course ymmv.