Swimpy wrote:I hear all of you that are saying an alcoholic must make the choice to quit. No duh. (Sorry, didn't mean the sarcasm, much.) Whether you can get the person to stop is not the question here.
What causes a person to start drinking or to go back to drinking after so many years of sobriety is a topic worthy of discussion, however. That's what Mr. B's dealing with, I suspect. The "why" of it all. Can't we discuss the possible why's?
Quite honestly swimpy, if you were to ask someone why they went back to drinking after a long sobriety, more than likely the answer would be "I don't know" and he/she would be telling the absolute truth.
What sturgis said so well about having gone through more heartache sober than he had ever gone through while drinking is so spot on. I would bet the same is true for Walter and Snood, who have shared here, and it certainly is true for myself.
See, (and this is an over generalization) sober alcoholics in general are able to handle the biggies in life, the breakups, loss of jobs, ill health, etc., but what catches you up are the things you never would think of...It's a hot day and you're mowing the lawn, and someone hands you a beer. The damn washing machine breaks down, like I said before, the daisies didn't bloom. Usually though, it's "I don't know"
Story: In 20 years about a million new drinks have been invented that I have never heard of, don't know what's in them, don't even know what they look like. I don't even notice if someone else is having a drink.
A few months ago I was in Houston on business, and a large group of us were going to have dinner together. It'd been a long day, it was late for dinner, past 9pm and for me, I just wanted to enjoy some company, eat and hit the rack.
The person next to me ordered some drink, and when it came, the person across from me asked "what that? It looks pretty."
I don't know what he said was all in it, pomegranites (which I love) I seem to remember, and some kind of liquer I'd never heard of. Everyone in the immediate vacinity took a sip, said "WOW" and they all ordered one.
I'm sitting there, after all these years, thinking "wow I love pomegranites, and everone else is having one. It looks so tasty, and everyone is saying how good it is"
While sitting there talking and laughing with the others, I was suddenly feeling SO sorry for myself that I couldn't even have one little drink like everyone else, one that obviously tasty and probably wouldn't even effect me. I was feeling deprived becasue "I never get to try any of this new stuff, I might as well be living in the last century for all I know about what people are drinking nowadays."
I had just finished a great day, was with co-workers, some of which I counted as friends, I was waiting for a delicious meal, and on top of everything, I was getting paid to be there. In other words, life was grand.
And there I sat, this close to saying, "I'll have one of those fancy pomegranite drinks please".
What stopped me? It wasn't the thought of my loved ones concerns about me and what would happen if I picked up, that's for sure.
In a word, is an alcoholic concern about what they are doing to others feelings when they decide to drink......no.
Sorry to everyone who thinks the person who starts to drink should be overwrought about what he's doing to others, but at that moment, you're really not that important.
I know, sounds shitty and mean and unconcerned and selfish....but that's the way it is.
can I have an amen, you other drunks?