Drinking: The Dream versus Reality
When I stumbled upon the above quote, I felt a pang of doubt for my teetotal life and the old desires for thrill-seeking the night began to creep in. “Who wants to live a boring, slow-paced life? You’re young! You should be out living it large and wild. Remember how fun it is to laugh over a few drinks?” the wine witch whispered to me.
Then it hit me, people might not look back and remember good night’s sleep, but I very rarely remembered my wild nights out. I’m a black-out artist, stumbling through the night only to awake (if I make time for sleep) and have no recollection of what’d I’d done, where’d I’d been or what I’d said. Those hedonistic nights also come with a heavy dose of anxiety, regret and killer hangovers. That, I do remember.
You see, it’s so easy to get caught up in the daydream of care-free drinking but for me, that was rarely the reality. Throwing caution to the wind often snowballed into downright dangerous situations that left me broke, knackered and unhappy.
What is more, people may not look back on life and think about good nights of sleep, but I know that when I’m grey and old I want to look back on a beautiful life filled with an array of amazing adventures. I want to remember cosy nights snuggled with J & Huckleberry. I want to remember amazing meals, long walks, fantastic films, day trips, great books and all of life’s wonderful little moments. When I drink, I sacrifice all that for seedy bars and days in bed wishing my life away as I pray for the hangover to subside.
How about you? Do your daydreams of drinking match up with your reality?