If a job didn't let me drink, my drinking let that job go. The list of let go's is breath achingly long. Small sample? I quit guitar, I quit family, I quit joy. About the only thing I didn't give up on was cigarettes.
The inelegant mathematical constant made plain by my life was drinking. The proof would look something like this:
Me/T = S to explain it as a constant:
Me over Time is always equal to *******.
It was a given. That finally had to give. It's only been 'less than a long time' since my last drink. It's been a little while, but compared to the number of times I've circled the sun it feels insignificant. This means I need to keep the memory of my marbles being misappropriated by mixologists muy importante en mi cabeza. That last sentence was mostly for me. So is this next one. Perhaps I can potentially ping-pong my perspective on how long it's been since I drank. I could make it seem like half a lifetime has passed since then. And I think I could. If I was a toddler.
Me Not Drinking?
Me Not Drinking Is The Sun Shining. Me Not Drinking Is Zaria Smiling. Me Not Drinking Is Broncos Losing Superbowls. (Sorry Colorado) Me Not Drinking Is a Life Meant to Be. For Me.
I can see now just how drab & gray life's kaleidoscope becomes when viewed wholly through an alcohol filter. So i am sad to say goodbye, but i am more sad it took us so long to part ways. Alone I can smile and can sigh, perhaps even cry. (if I get something in my eye). Because I am human again. I feel all the feelings again. I am a me again. I am filterless. **** Yeah!
Helloprose.com, I know, no judging, no condescension, I wrote this for me, If you get something out of it? Kisses...