I seem to always see booze as some kind of magical multitool that can solve any problem and make anything better. If I’m sad, alcohol will make me happy. If I’m happy, alcohol will make me happier yet. It loosens you up, it helps you relax, but also it can help you focus and hone in.
The real secret is that it does none of the above. It MAKES you fat, it MAKES you sick, it MAKES you stupid, it MAKES you addicted.
I wish I’d never tried it, because it hooks its claws into you and alters your brain to tell you all these false things about it, what it is, what it does. It’s a liar— just always remember that fact when it tells you otherwise again.
Yep, can relate. For my ex-husband beer was the solution to everything. Angry? Beer. Good day? Beer. Enervated? Beer. Depressed? Beer. Pain? Beer. Sleepless? Beer. Unwind? Beer. Socializing? Beer.
The list goes ad infinitum.
As one of the consequences he fucked up our relationship beyond repair. And is still in denial, convinced he drinks normal.
I agree, this multitool destroys everything that makes life colourful and worth living.