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vikkitikkitavi
 2008-04-18 11:44:15
Alcoholism runs in my family. My mother is a "functioning" alcoholic, although she has never admitted it. I can remember many many times, as a kid, when I wanted to curl up and die of shame because my mother was either stinking drunk at some public or family function, or because she would play these absurd emotional games with us kids when she was toasted. After many adult years of staying away, I finally figured out how to forgive my mother, but I must admit that even now there are times when I have an extremely visceral reaction to a drunk. When I'm around someone who is falling down sloppy drunk, even if it's a good friend, even if it's someone who has never been that drunk before, I find myself practically boiling over with revulsion for them. I want to punch them in the face. I want to spit on them. What I do is, I walk away. And I think about why I still carry so much anger buried down inside me. And I feel guilty for feeling hatred toward my friend. Also, I know that since I do drink myself, and although it is never my intention to get drunk, it has happened from time to time, and I think that I a big fat hypocrite.
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vikkitikkitavi
 2008-04-18 19:41:55
Sorry, Lisa. I killed comments.
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Lynette
 2008-05-19 00:32:58
I'd venture to say that woman's venom wasn't at all about YOU. Sounds like she's been shat upon by someone she sees as addicted to something and has lumped all addicts (at all stages) in one giant barrel of poo. Sounds more like SHE needs the work, lamp chop. YOU, however, ROCK.
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