We went to a concert the other night at a small outside venue. It was a great show. what I noticed though was the very long lines at every beer / wine stand. The world drinks and I don’t and sometimes that is a lonely place.
On the way out an older lady needed help out to the car, flanked on both sides by friends…. she was wasted. My thoughts went to several places. I felt pity for her, sad actually. I also felt a tinge of jealousy. She obviously had a lot more fun than I did at the show. While I enjoyed myself, it is hard for me to let loose under any circumstance.
When I was drinking I was fun, the life of the party. Sober, I don’t think I am as fun. I still get social anxiety with no drink or pill to calm it. But I didn’t always drink like other people drank and normal drinkers don’t obsess about the drink and where and when the next one is coming. Normals can sip the wine and make 1 glass last awhile, I couldn’t.
The more I thought about it, especially the next day, I was grateful to be sober. That drunk lady was probably pretty sick. I felt great and got to enjoy a wonderful day with my AA sponsorship family at the park.
No hangover for me.
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