The Peanut Chronicles

Thursday, August 31, 2006

some friends...

I have a small problem that I am working to remedy. Basically it’s this: I drink too much. Well, at least recently I do. and coming from a family that over in Cali owns vineyards and wineries.... yeah. Consider this my pre-emptive strike, so to speak. I am aware of said problem. I am also aware that I come from a family of raging alcoholics. This being said, and after a sticky situation a few weeks ago, I have decided that I would rather not be a raging alcoholic like everyone else in my family and so I made forth the effort to effectively “sober up.”

Now, you would think that my friends would support this fact. Hmm… here are some responses:

Moe: Ok. Cool (Thank you Moe!)
Autumn: yeah right. We’ll see about that.
Mariposa: really? Why?
Fly girl: uh-huh. Sure.

But the one that really pisses me off is last night at dinner with Militant Yuppie. We go to the restaurant that fly girl works at. She asks me if I want an apple martini. I say, “No, I don’t drink anymore.”

MY: Sure. Heard that before.
Me: no really, this time I stopped drinking.
MY: yeah. Heard that before too.

Ouch.

It’s nice to know that none of my friends really support me what so ever. Really makes me wonder whom it is that they see. I know who I am; do they know who I am? All of them want to know why I decided to quit. The only answer I will give them is “when I drink I get myself into unhealthy and potentially dangerous situations.” That’s the truth, and like an onion, there are many different layers to that statement. I was chatting with FG this morning as she baby-sat Nut so I could go work out and she was also curious to the change. Same statement. I also told her how annoying it is that I seem to have no support in it. It’s fucked up.

I’m not saying that I won’t go out and party with my friends. In fact, I am looking forward to going to Las Vegas next week for Autumn and Hulk’s bachlor/ette parties. It just means that I am not really in the mood to put myself in a dangerous situation. I’ll drive your drunk asses around if you want. It doesn’t mean that you can’t have beer or wine around me. I think all my friends can still do what ever the hell they want. I am not one to lecture them; it’s their lives. But if I decide to do something, can’t they fucking support me? Just a little? I am trying to be healthy and beat a fucking statistic here! But no… instead no one has faith in me. Really makes me feel great about myself.

With friends like these, who needs enemies?

3 Comments:

Mamacita Tina said...: Just remember, you're doing this for YOU, not them. I bet Nut has faith in you. :-); 3:48 PM
SUEB0B said...: It's not about you, it's about them. To them, I mean. Your quitting drinking is a challenge to their worldview and it makes them uncomfortable. Thus the dumb comments. I am a regular Dr Phil today; 8:37 PM
carrie said...: Keep on keepin' on, whatever they say. If this is YOUR decision, they should support you--I am sure they'll come around.

But wow, that must be very hard if your family is in the wine business! And I'm not trying to be sarcastic, just. . . Wow! :)

Carrie; 11:29 PM