I hope you’re ok man. Let me share a story with you.
In the past year, I looked into my genetic history, and since my dad was adopted, half of it was unknown.
Well, long story short, I discovered that my grandfather was a violent, rampaging, alcoholic rapist, that met my grandmother as he got out of jail for almost beating his first wife to death. Predictably, alcoholism also runs on that side of the family, and led many to ruin.
I knew I drank a bit too much then, but especially after learning that— I decided that I would no longer keep any booze in my house. I still drink, and enjoy imbibing quite a number, but because it’s only in social situations, it limits itself, and I don’t feel I have a problem.
Idk whether or not you have a drinking problem and I have no desire to preach, but stay safe brother. I enjoy your writing, and I’d hate to see the booze eat your soul and stop your pen.
Yeah, I suffered and I mean suffered weekly following the NY Jets. Sometime ago I froze my you know whats off @ Giant's Stadium and watched these behemoths stand around the bulk of the time while those at home had stupid commercials shoved at them ad nauseum. Then, I discovered the Premier League...British football. 1 45 minute period of game, NONSTOP, 15 minutes break then another 45 minute period with added on time for any stoppages usually related to injuries. I no longer suffer for the beleaguered Jets nor a 1 hour game lasting 3-1/2 hours. Give it a try, you may like it.
I like soccer/premier league, but don't watch a ton, hard for me to get into it when I don't have a rooting interest and game times are not ideal...I'm being a dramatic here obviously lol, as long as Ravens are in the hunt every year im happy, certainly better than being stuck with a dumpster fire of a team like the Jets.
My condolences. I kept thinking of Jung's remark about killing your hero, a modern sentiment to be sure and a puzzle to most.
"[...]Then Siegfried's horn resounded over the mountains with a jubilant sound. We knew that our mortal enemy was coming. We were armed and lurked beside a narrow rocky path to murder him. Then we saw him coming high across the mountains on a chariot made of the bones of the dead. He drove boldly and magnificently over the steep rocks and arrived at the narrow path where we waited in hiding. As he came around the turn ahead of us, we fired at the same time and he fell, slain. Thereupon I turned to flee, and a terrible rain swept down. But after this, I went through a torment unto death and I felt certain that I must kill myself if I could not solve the riddle of the murder of the hero.
Then the spirit of the depths came to me and spoke these words:
“The highest truth is one and the same with the absurd." This statement saved me, and like rain after a long hot spell, it swept away everything in me which was too highly tensed.
Then I had a second vision: I saw a merry garden, in which forms walked clad in white silk, all covered in colored light, some reddish, the others blueish and greenish.
I know, I have stridden across the depths. Through guilt I have become a newborn." From the Red Book.
I get it- you're a Baltimore booster...
I hope you’re ok man. Let me share a story with you.
In the past year, I looked into my genetic history, and since my dad was adopted, half of it was unknown.
Well, long story short, I discovered that my grandfather was a violent, rampaging, alcoholic rapist, that met my grandmother as he got out of jail for almost beating his first wife to death. Predictably, alcoholism also runs on that side of the family, and led many to ruin.
I knew I drank a bit too much then, but especially after learning that— I decided that I would no longer keep any booze in my house. I still drink, and enjoy imbibing quite a number, but because it’s only in social situations, it limits itself, and I don’t feel I have a problem.
Idk whether or not you have a drinking problem and I have no desire to preach, but stay safe brother. I enjoy your writing, and I’d hate to see the booze eat your soul and stop your pen.
More than a little bit of dramatic license is being taken here lol, but also I am going to take a step back from alcohol for a time.
Thanks for sharing, I can relate to a lot of this (e.g. history of alcoholism in the family). Appreciate you brotha
Yeah, I suffered and I mean suffered weekly following the NY Jets. Sometime ago I froze my you know whats off @ Giant's Stadium and watched these behemoths stand around the bulk of the time while those at home had stupid commercials shoved at them ad nauseum. Then, I discovered the Premier League...British football. 1 45 minute period of game, NONSTOP, 15 minutes break then another 45 minute period with added on time for any stoppages usually related to injuries. I no longer suffer for the beleaguered Jets nor a 1 hour game lasting 3-1/2 hours. Give it a try, you may like it.
I like soccer/premier league, but don't watch a ton, hard for me to get into it when I don't have a rooting interest and game times are not ideal...I'm being a dramatic here obviously lol, as long as Ravens are in the hunt every year im happy, certainly better than being stuck with a dumpster fire of a team like the Jets.
I feel you dude. If I were watching the championship, I'd be in that universe too.
My condolences. I kept thinking of Jung's remark about killing your hero, a modern sentiment to be sure and a puzzle to most.
"[...]Then Siegfried's horn resounded over the mountains with a jubilant sound. We knew that our mortal enemy was coming. We were armed and lurked beside a narrow rocky path to murder him. Then we saw him coming high across the mountains on a chariot made of the bones of the dead. He drove boldly and magnificently over the steep rocks and arrived at the narrow path where we waited in hiding. As he came around the turn ahead of us, we fired at the same time and he fell, slain. Thereupon I turned to flee, and a terrible rain swept down. But after this, I went through a torment unto death and I felt certain that I must kill myself if I could not solve the riddle of the murder of the hero.
Then the spirit of the depths came to me and spoke these words:
“The highest truth is one and the same with the absurd." This statement saved me, and like rain after a long hot spell, it swept away everything in me which was too highly tensed.
Then I had a second vision: I saw a merry garden, in which forms walked clad in white silk, all covered in colored light, some reddish, the others blueish and greenish.
I know, I have stridden across the depths. Through guilt I have become a newborn." From the Red Book.