Aging = Awareness, and other trite new-age-isms
I'm a bad poster. I'm a poster child for bad posting. Anyway.
I gave up booze for Lent, even though I'm not a Catholic, just Irish. I felt really good. I think the alkeehall produces mood swings - not to mention, of course, dry mouth, headaches and cravings for meat, for some reason. Anyway, on St. Patrick's Day, I decided that being Irish superceded the whole Lenten thing, so I had exactly two pints of cider and was completely smashed. That's usually like a drop in the bucket for me, but not this time. Immediately started putting my foot in my mouth and offending people - not horrifically, but enough that I felt bad. So I'm thinking, barring the perfect wine to go with a perfect meal, maybe I just don't drink, anymore. I've always had this personal mythology-we all have personal mythologies, I think, but part of mine has been that certain things don't affect me the way they should. Like, aspirin doesn't help, or even when I've tried drugs in the past that they don't "work". I know this is bullshit. It's just something, along the lines of young people believing in their own immortality, that I had stuck in my head. Now I'm thinking I have a pretty sensitive system, after all. Maybe it's because I've been taking better care of my body as I get older, I can actually really FEEL it when I've treated my body badly.
I gave up booze for Lent, even though I'm not a Catholic, just Irish. I felt really good. I think the alkeehall produces mood swings - not to mention, of course, dry mouth, headaches and cravings for meat, for some reason. Anyway, on St. Patrick's Day, I decided that being Irish superceded the whole Lenten thing, so I had exactly two pints of cider and was completely smashed. That's usually like a drop in the bucket for me, but not this time. Immediately started putting my foot in my mouth and offending people - not horrifically, but enough that I felt bad. So I'm thinking, barring the perfect wine to go with a perfect meal, maybe I just don't drink, anymore. I've always had this personal mythology-we all have personal mythologies, I think, but part of mine has been that certain things don't affect me the way they should. Like, aspirin doesn't help, or even when I've tried drugs in the past that they don't "work". I know this is bullshit. It's just something, along the lines of young people believing in their own immortality, that I had stuck in my head. Now I'm thinking I have a pretty sensitive system, after all. Maybe it's because I've been taking better care of my body as I get older, I can actually really FEEL it when I've treated my body badly.