My Thoughts on Alcohol

I have been drunk a number of times – with that, I meant the drunkest among the people I was drinking with. Sure, drinking is fun but most of the time, I instantly regret drinking the moment I wake up a day after that. I have really bad hangovers, probably because of my lifestyle, yet I always manage to convince myself that the hangover will subside, but the memories will last forever.

There are really times when I crave drinking and some people’s company. Sometimes, I don’t crave drinking but when a friend mentions drinks, I just go with the flow and realize that alcohol tastes as good even when I am not craving it.

I drank a lot during my college days. On Fridays I drink with my family (mom, uncles and a few neighbors) and on Saturdays, I drink with my friends. When I got a boyfriend, Saturdays belonged to him and alcohol is still involved (the transition of my Saturday nights from friends to my boyfriend is another story I’d tell you someday) . I managed pretty well, even though I have a part time job on weekends and classes on weekdays. It was a perfectly balanced life for me.

When I started working, my drinking slowed down because of my schedule, and because I am no longer friends with the friends I drink with. When I am at home, I normally just use my rest day to sleep, and as for the time with my boyfriend, we rarely drink because most of the time, food already satisfies the both of us.

Right now, after a month of no drinks at all, I realized that being sober on a weekend is boring but on the other hand, it is better than waking up on a weekday feeling drained and filled with regrets because my drunk self just did something embarrassing I can’t clearly remember. However, to contradict my thoughts, I am always open to a fun night because I think I deserve a little break after feeling like I am in house arrest due to chicken pox.

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Eva Harmoni

There was one night when the rain poured so hard, and i didn't want it to stop. Weird, because i was afraid and amused by the sound of the rain and thunder. The sound of it made me less alone that night. The next day i woke up to find my collection of journals soaked. I keep it near the window to make sure no one could read it. The writings can still be read but i was devastated by the damage. I wanted it preserved but i don't want it published. Still amused by the rain but afraid of the wrath it could bring to my journals, i created this blog.

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