I have a pain in my ring. I suppose it could be construed as frustration. I am out of sorts and I can’t really put my finger on it. Well, that’s a bit of a porkie pie, I am angry at a few things. In the past at this stage I would be in the boozer telling all and sundry what I felt. But I won’t give myself the chance to get pissed. So I just try to deal with things as best I can and move on. So what’s eating the Sober Paddy?
The first is
When I was in College some twelve years ago, I stumbled along the following twelve questions, which are posted on the Alcoholics Anonymous website. Now, at the time I was in full drinking and party mode. I would drink pretty much every night of the week, as well as smoking plenty of hash and popping ecstasy pills/yokes/bangers at the weekend. There was never a question in my mind as to whether I had a problem or not – I was sure that I was good. I was still playing football at a high level and studying a pretty heavy degree. I was in good spirits most of the time and never had any trouble with the ladies. When I answered these questions back then I honestly answered ten out of twelve as yes. For me this meant only one thing – that Alcoholics Anonymous were seriously wrong when they were vetting who had a problem and who didn’t.
In Spain they have a saying which goes along the lines of this – “Do not mind how your past has been, because the dance you have danced is yours and no one can take that from you.” It sounds a lot sexier and more meaningful in the native tongue, especially if it is spoken to you by some flirtatious guapa’s, in sultry midnight Madrid, in broken Englisz, with their big brown buggly eyes imploring you to understand this way of being.