ThatDamnedPanda -> RE: What the FUCK happened here????? (6/17/2009 9:26:54 PM)
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ORIGINAL: LookieNoNookie Ahhhh well.....just another marker in my old age....now that I can afford all the drugs I want (and have doctors that'll give them to me with not much more than a phone call)....I not only don't want them anymore....they aren't even as much fun as they used to be. So....I gotta ask.....what the FUCK happened here????? I'll take a little different tack than most of the others. I had a similar experience with alcohol some years ago. I was never an alcoholic, but the definition was merely a technicality, really. I drank between a fifth and quart of whiskey every night, and i mean every night, for 10 or 15 years. I just absolutely loved being drunk. I lived for it. I never started drinking before 7 or 8 PM, but once I started, I practically needed a funnel to get the whole bottle down fast enough. Everything worked out fine until I hit my early 30s, at which time i started to get hangovers. Which i quickly discovered I didn't like very much at all. So I got out of the habit of getting drunk. I'd still drink fairly often, but never to the point of actually getting drunk. Things went on like that for a few years, and one night just for the hell of it, I decided to tie one on again just for old time's sake. So I got plastered, and sat back waiting for that good ol' feeling I remembered from years gone by to settle in and make me feel all warm and happy inside. And you know what? It never did. Oh, I got drunk all right, but it really wasn't much fun. Whatever it was that used to be absolutely magical about it, just wasn't there anymore. It was just... being drunk. Whoopee. It took me quite a while to figure out what had happened, but I think the way it worked was that when I was younger, there was something seriously missing from my life. There was something in me that was deeply unhappy, and alcohol was the only thing that made me feel OK about myself and my life. The only time I could forget how miserable I felt was when i was drunk. As I grew up a bit, and started to find other things in my life that made me feel good about who I was, alcohol didn't really serve any purpose anymore. There was no longer any hole that needed filling. So I dunno. That's the way it worked for me. Maybe that's what happened to you, too? You pulled your head out of your ass and found ways to become a content, satisfied human being, without drugs?
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