“I think this is the start of something really big. Sometimes that first step is the hardest one, and we’ve just taken it.” ~Steve Jobs I’ve had a dysfunctional relationship with alcohol for almost as long as I’ve been drinking.
I was mostly a binge drinker through college and into my twenties and thirties. I could drink “normally” sometimes, but I never really knew if I would stop at two or ten.
Two felt okay, but ten would land me blacked out and barefoot on the bar, which was never a good look for me. It scares me now to think about all the things I did after too many Crown and cokes, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.
Everyone was drinking heavily. It was part of the culture of the people I surrounded myself with. Hangovers were badges of honor, and blackouts, provided nothing horrible happened, became funny stories to tell the next day over greasy fast food eaten to soak up the vodka from the night before.