the truth about being sober

I’ve been sober for two and a half weeks now. No alcohol at all. I know, for a lot of people that should be easy, but for me it’s monumentally hard. I’ve pretty much spent the last half-decade of my life neck deep in beer. I don’t mean this in an alcoholic way; I’d say I just enjoy a drink more than the average guy. Besides that, it’s also in my circle. All my friends drink and the only person I know who doesn’t is my dad, and that’s because he’s allergic.

It’s very scary to think about not drinking again. I’ve had so many good times drunk with friends. One thing I have in common with most of my very good friends is actually our penchant for being stupid. Alcohol helps us achieve this goal in a much shorter, less embarrassing (while you’re doing it) manner. I remember times in Luis’ house in San Francisco when the two of us would just get drunk and shoot empty bottles in the yard. Or like that time I got my nickname, Kaklus. Fuck, see, those things are fun in themselves, but is actually more fun when you’re drunk. I’m sure there are a thousand things I’m going to miss about drinking (and a thousand and one I’m not), but at the end of the day I know it should be worth it. No more hangovers, no drunk driving, and a lot less really dumb mistakes (Jack and Jaeger do not go together).

The truth about being sober, at least in my case, is that it’s surprisingly enjoyable. Yeah, I do miss a lot of things you can only find at the bottom of the bottle, but these things I don’t need. For a time I was worried about losing my self because drinking had been a big part of me, but later on I realize that it was just dumb to think that. Though I was a drinker, that’s not who I am, its not what I want to be. It was only part of what I did.

We’ve had some awesome time’s there amigo. But I’m looking forward to what I know will even be better times. I’ll see you around.

Cheers!