I imagine myself soaking someone into a pool of alcohol. Vodka, martini, daiquiri, whatever. Preferably, all of them mixed together. And who’s that “someone”? You should have guessed by now. Me. Myself. And. I.
My life is so simple when you make it simple, but it ain’t so simple when you don’t. It’s like alcoholism – life in general is like alcoholism…so simple yet so complex. So easy yet so difficult.
Why I am comparing life to such a thing is due to my behavioral observations (cue LL).
And life’s like this and that:
You drink straight from the bottle
Gulp one more
And one more
And double that
And double the doubles
Get hooked
Drink more
Get addicted
Indulge
Experience problems
More, bigger problems
Crash your car
Go to rehab
Leave rehab
Abstain
Relapse
Back to rehab
Do God-knows-what in rehab
Relapse
Deny
Deny
Don’t stop
Hit rock-bottom
Go to rehab once more
Reflect
Accept
Change
Move on
Leave rehab
Enter real world…
And when you enter the “real world” is the time you choose…
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