this has been around awhile But I just read it and it inspired me so I`de like to share it with you all maybe some have not read it yet and maybe some need to read it once or twice more
all except for #10 apply to me I dont recall ever drinking to prove my masculinity OH does trying to prove I can do anything boys can do better count ??
"How come you don't drink any more?", a
renewed acquaintance from long ago asked me the other day.
"Any more than who?"
"I mean any longer. How come you don't drink anything these days?"
"Drink? I drink coffee, milk, tea, soda pop, water, fruit juices...."
"I mean drink", he said, "You know, BOOZE."
"Oh, BOOZE. No, I don't drink booze anymore, you're right," I said, "I
couldn't trust it anymore. It turned on me. Once my friend, it became my
"Maybe you got a bad batch," he said.
"No, the sauce is the same, I changed. Because I have the illness of
alcoholism, my tolerance weakened. Alcoholism doesn't come in a bottle. It
comes in people."
"Sounds pretty confusing," the fellow said.
"You think you're confused," I said, "You should have seen me.
I drank for happiness and became unhappy;
I drank for joy and became miserable;
I drank to be outgoing and became self-centered;
I drank for sociability and became argumentative and lonely.
I drank for sophistication and became crude and obnoxious;
I drank for friendship and made enemies;
I drank for sleep and awakened without rest;
I drank to soften sorrow and wallowed in self-pity.
I drank for strength and felt weak;
I drank to prove my masculinity and it sapped my potency;
I drank medicinally and got sick;
I drank because I thought my job called for it and lost my job.
I drank for relaxation and got the shakes;
I drank for confidence and became uncertain;
I drank for courage and became afraid;
I drank for assurance and became doubtful.
I drank to stimulate thought and blacked out;
I drank to make conversation and it tied my tongue;
I drank for warmth and lost my cool;
I drank for coolness and lost my warmth.
I drank to feel heavenly and came to know HELL;
I drank to forget and became haunted;
I drank to erase problems and saw them multiply;
I drank to cope with life and invited death ....or worse.
I drank because I had the right and everything turned out wrong."
"Gosh," my friend exclaimed, "that must have taken a bunch of booze to
get you in that shape."
"Just ONE," I told him. " The first one. For me, One is too many and a
thousand aren't enough."
"So that's why you don't drink anymore?"