Remember the TV series “All in The Family” from the 1970’s? It was the #1 TV show in America from 1971 to 1976 and regarded as one of the most influential television series.
I’m sorry my fellow, Baby Boomers, yes it actually was that long ago.
Let’s take a moment and reflect back upon all the cheer St. Patrick’s Day has brought us each over the years! It’s truly an enchanted day, leprechauns, lucky charms, shamrocks, green apparel, pots of gold, rainbows, and gallons of green beer.
It’s quite a day!
As we mature, everybody has to get used to the fact that shit happens. Period. Life is messy. Life’s not fair. For everybody.
King or pauper, you’re going to take it up the shorts.
Today was a great example…
For alcoholics, New Year’s Eve can often be a time of sadness.
For me, New Year’s Eve got boring, even anticlimactic. My astonishing tolerance and continuous maintenance drinking had made it routine and ruined New Year’s Eve for myself. Of all the Holidays…
Sadly, the alcoholic’s life is full of paradox.
Earlier this week we learned without question, the wisest thing to do this holiday season is enjoying yourself and start drinking. Implicit with this decision is that you’ll be fucking up your family’s holidays which may in turn ruin yours.
These tips are from years of personal experience, along with the anonymously shared insight of hundreds. Centuries of wisdom are within. Why, I had to quite literally, drink myself to death to acquire mine.
Despair. Like the other three, Despair will be alongside you for life.
Well, a more accurate term would be, “Until your death” as life implies a long time. You don’t have much time at all comrade, but don’t take it so hard.
In the long run, we are all dead.
You just crossed the finish line before most, that’s all.
Congratulations, doomed comrade!
You successfully drank yourself comatose once again, just a few hours ago. It’s time for your wake up call.
“Consciousness. Damn it!”
What did you expect? You have only oblivion, the vast blackness of night surrounding you…
The Four Horsemen of Alcoholism.
They’re the equine-riding demons that devour your mind, will and emotions (and your soul a little later).
This is not a voluntary ride.