Tuesday … I Drink Because I am Bored !!!
The skies are a little grim. And the seasonal affectation disorder is in full swing.
One day it is sunny, and folks are happy. The next day it is overcast and threatening rain, and folks are depressed, enough to take a drink.
Today I felt normal, after the pumped up weekend. I think I was jonsing for coffee, since I drank enough coffee to drown an elephant over the weekend. I don’t, as a habit, drink coffee at home, except for rare days.
I spent the better part of yesterday, (oh, let’s say all day and night) in bed. I got up for dinner and the news and went back to bed for more sleep.
Today I left early so I could do some shopping on the way out. Tickets for my Opus card, candles for the meeting, so forth and so on. I hit my train and was on my way.
My coffee mate came about 5:30 and we sat a small group. And we had a unique visitor. I have not seen a case like this in as many years, and we were not sure what to do or what to say …
When folks come in, they usually lay low, participate and they move towards the room in process, so to speak.
I don’t know what to say when I hear “I’ve got 6 D.U.I’s, but no jail, I’ve got a breath-o-meter in my truck to test my alcohol level so that I can drive.”
I drink and drive every day. Because when I get off work, during the day, after working the 4 a.m to noon shift, I need a couple of beers on the way home, so I make the stop and drink them on the way.
Then One, then Five, Then 10 more …
The other night my wife got on my case about my drinking, so I slugged her.
She called the cops.
I am now living out of home, at my parents place, on the other side of town, from my estranged wife and my 6 year old son.
I can’t go back, because I have to go to court before they will allow me back…
So I am here.
I drink because I am bored !
Needless to say, we were at a loss for words, and there were men and women with more than twenty years of sobriety present.
A topic went out – but was severely deviated from.
I did not hear the words, “I have a problem” or “I want to quit drinking.” What I heard was his qualification for being at a meeting.
Again, the only requirement for membership is a DESIRE to quit drinking.
He spoke no word, nor breathed a desire in any case.
He left before we could get a word in. But he left with a meeting list in any case.
I’ve never come across a situation like this before. All he wants to do is go home, and drink. But because he raised his fist, he can’t. And now he is paying a price, but the admission of a drinking problem never came up.
Maybe I will see him again. Maybe I won’t.
I drink because I am bored…
Sad, very sad.
That’s all I can say.
More to come, stay tuned…