Day 31 - Drunken Buddhist Brawls
For 14 of the last 18 days alcohol has been rubbing salt into my already problematic stomach. It is difficult to engage in British society without drinking. If it's miserable, that's reason to drink. If it's nice and sunny, that's reason to drink. If there's nothing to do, that's reason to drink. If you are doing something, may as well have a drink. Someone close to you died? Drink.
It's habitual more than an addiction. Ceremonial. The ceremony of banality. Despite being a largely scathing and dismissive society, we manage to find a reason to apply this form of celebration to absolutely everything. Nobody appreciates life like the British. Well, its either the British or Buddhists. If it came down to a fight we'd lose that, our coordination and skill would be way out of calibration. You win this one Buddhists.
This British drinking insight isn't anything new or enlightening. My main peeve isn't really health-related. It is that I've recently switched my old curtains for blackout ones but my sleep remains disturbed by the cumulative effect of lingering internal destruction. Maybe tonight. Even at the consideration of not drinking, immediate excuses are the first things which spring to mind. We're watching a film. I'm in the office tomorrow so may as well have a disturbed sleep anyway.
It's a sad state of affairs when I feel like I may as well be disturbed in some form. No, more than that - it actually is logical to poison myself!
The positive is I've not actually been massively drunk on any day in the last couple of weeks. Well done me. What an inspiration. I'm basically Buddhist.
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