Oh yeah. And if excessive alcohol is involved, it will become physically abusive as well. I’ve always liked booze, but even if I were in a situation of excess, I was always a “happy drunk”. Until my main event, and since then, it has not been a good thing. At all. I have mostly been fine for the past few years in that regard, but when I’ve gone overboard...holy shit! I’ve lost a couple of friendships over it. I’m talking about trying to snatch a bitch’s hair out while she’s driving us home from a bar, or getting in a bar fight that I started by telling a rough-looking lady at a working class bar that she looks like Weird Al, and grabbing her tit to check that she was a lady. I deserved the broken glasses, black eye, and bruises I copped. Yep. That’s on me.
And the thing is, that I feel horrible about these things I’m telling here. My friend did not deserve me trying to kill us both while driving. I really miss her friendship, but I do deserve it. This lady at the bar was minding her own damn business, not bothering me, when I decided to be an offensive asshole. That is all on me. I hate the anger issues and I’m doing my best to work through them. Because that person who does those things, is not who I am. Unless I allow it.
And the thing is, that I feel horrible about these things I’m telling here. My friend did not deserve me trying to kill us both while driving. I really miss her friendship, but I do deserve it. This lady at the bar was minding her own damn business, not bothering me, when I decided to be an offensive asshole. That is all on me. I hate the anger issues and I’m doing my best to work through them. Because that person who does those things, is not who I am. Unless I allow it.