My life is better sober. Better does not mean easier. It is raw, it's messy, it's lovely and beautiful and really hard. Life is hard. Hard does not mean bad. One more time: hard does not = bad. There is nothing bad about it, unless the alternative is easing your way out of reality at the bottom of a bottle, in which case the bottle seems far nicer, until you wake up tomorrow.
In the last 90 days, I have magically made $900 exist in my pocket that would not have existed otherwise. How? I did not drink it. 90 days off the booze, y'all! That $10 bottle of wine/day, plus whatever extra alcohol I would drink once the kids were sleeping and my bottle ran out sure... Continue Reading →
Funny how society acts like we should be social and friendly and chatty. I'd guess that almost half of us do not come to the gift of the gab naturally, and have to use "supplements" to get there, but we do it to please society. We are afraid to come across as cold or unfriendly. We don't want to be seen as standoffish at the party. We don't want people to think we're rude. Well, that's all bullshit and I'm over pretending to be a good bullshitter just to please people. I'm an introvert who is made uncomfortable by crowds and big social groups, and does not enjoy chit-chat. The show is over, y'all.