Nostalgia For Alcohol
I had an interesting encounter this week. I was working on a project in my garage. This is a place where not a lot of talking is going on. People are coming to bring stuff or to pick something up.
Some folks are working on their cars or other projects. There is a sporadically greeting or a small talk, but that’s about it.
On this day, a gentleman came to my garage to say hello. I know him from this place, but we have never talked a lot. He asked what I was doing and what I was working on. I was happy to have a little conversation because it was a good timing for a break.
I noticed this man was very relaxed and talkative, when I looked in his face I knew the reason immediately. His eyes were bloodshot, and his chops were red and swollen. It did not look very healthy to be honest, but still he was in a very laid-back mood. We had a little conversation, till his boss called for him, and they drove away.
After they were gone I thought about this situation and this man. The crazy thing was, even though I am not drinking for 9 months, and I have a huge list of benefits for sobriety: I got some nostalgic feelings for having some drinks. I was fantasizing about being in a state of complete relaxation, where you are ready to talk and to listen, and nothing in this world can bother you. The state where you are not aggressive or annoying, you are just in peace with the world and ready for some adventures. This man had this sensation, and I am doomed to stay sober. I think that was a twisted trick of my mind trying to get me to drink. I had to shake my head to come back to reality.
That’s how devilish alcohol is, you can have a swollen face and feet, but you still think you have the time of your life.
The second thought I had was, this man was clearly a construction assistant. Is he drinking because this job is so hard? Would he be better off and have a better job without the drinking? I had a taste of the lifestyle of a construction assistant, and I can tell you there are better ways of live. I know it’s not of my business, but when you read a lot about alcohol and sobriety, you start to observe the behavior and lifestyles of people in relation with the booze.
That was a nostalgic and a bit of sad moment in my sobriety. Still, the most important thing is: I did not drink.
The journey continues, my friends. Hop on for a ride.
More of my stories:
- How I Quit Alcohol / The Point I Decided To Quit (My first story)
- 6 Month Of Sobriety
- Beer Got Me Again
- I Will Never Drink Again
- Replacing Alcohol
