the upside of alcoholism
as it turns out, there really isn’t one. an upside, I mean. I understand and relate to the denial. in fact, I enjoy extended vacations there myself so who am I to judge. I can appreciate the lying to oneself. not to others, and yet to some degree, I can. the deception part I have difficulty with. I’m not deceptive. I can’t seem to relate to the blackout part either. though I can appreciate the perks. still, I can’t imagine eating my way out of a memory. I suppose it could be liberating. ps: random enough fah ya?