sunny day
Drinking with acquaintances for the first time in a while.
I used to think I was stronger than others when it came to drinking, but I feel like my drinking has rapidly weakened due to my age.
I used to be able to completely control my emotions, words, and actions while drunk, but gradually I find myself repeating the same stories I used to tell, with more and more complaints and whining about the content.
What I dislike the most is that the day after a drinking session, I usually think, “Oh, that was fun,” but then I find myself constantly reflecting, “I shouldn’t have said that,” “Maybe I said too much,” or “That was stupid.
Somewhere along the line, I had become a drinker because I drank. At the same time, I suddenly realized. That his weakened drinking habit was exactly the same as his father’s before his death.
Heredity? I wondered if the drinking habit is also inherited, as I reflected on yesterday’s drinking session. And by the way, that he told me to stop when I started drinking to reflect on the next day.
Alcohol used to be a spirit that freed the spirit, eased tension, and sometimes even brought inspiration, but now it has become a substitute that only causes confusion and reflection.
I have finally come to understand (too late) that the saying “don’t drink too much when you get old” means that it is bad not only for the body, but also for the spirit.
Starting this year, I shall turn into an occasion drinker who refrains from occasion drinking. I made up my mind in the midst of a severe hangover that I would change into an occasional drinker.
I was surprised to find myself crying at the beginning of a drinking session.
