So remember that temper I was telling you about? Yeah that one. Losing it can be well….not so good let’s leave it at that. So as I sit here drinking my beer, eating my kit-kat bars, and watching Wall Street I wonder how the weekend that I began to look forward to has literally gone to shit. Now what I write on here is for my own benefit of relieving my ridiculous amount of stress.
So what is the different between an alcoholic and a drunk? An alcoholic goes to meetings whereas a drunk doesn’t. Funny right? To some I suppose that it is funny; but to me not so much. Especially when you live with a “drunk” I suppose that has to make me a hypocrite right? Well personally I don’t particularly care because I’m not that stupid to let it happen to me. But what is it that really separates me from my benefactors? I drink alcohol and I enjoy it. I smoke here or there and enjoy that when I do too. Is it moderation in use? Who knows because I sure don’t; so back to square one. What is it that separates me from them? I think that unlike them, I have certain morals. Morals that won’t leave me to be a spineless pig like them.
Morals that won’t send my family into bankruptcy.
Morals that won’t allow me to be selfish with bad decisions.
And morals that don’t make my family resent me.
Think on it. Gnight.