November 17, 2005
Venting 101
I've got a lot of crap going on right now. Some annoying, some life changing. I think I'm hitting my overload stage. I've been mad, righteously pissed if you will, for going on 3 days straight now. From the time I wake up until... well even my dreams are filled with anger.
Each day brings something new, something else that just makes my anger spill over onto those around me. I'm trying so hard to control my temper, but it's getting harder and harder. I'm affraid of what I might do or whom I might hurt with my actions. I would never physically harm someone, but I might mentally or emotionally. Some people deserve it, it's the ones that don't that I'm more worried about. What is more pathetic is that the ones that do deserve it probably think they don't.
That is the way with the world today isn't it? Nobody deserves what happens to them. Me, I believe that everything bad that happens to me, I deserve. Everything good that happend to me was due to luck. Well, I think my luck has run out. I see dark days ahead.
As I sit here, I can feel escape. I can sense it just down the street. The smokey taste of a good scotch. The charcol bitterness of Jack Daniels. The fiery burn of Jose Cuervo and Tobasco. My nostrils are filled with the familiar scent of old friends coming to carry away the problems. My fingers are shaking as I type this. Shaking from anger, shaking from sorrow, shaking from desire. Desire to drown my problems again like I used to so many years ago.
But I can't. I have to think of my boys. My boys don't need to see their daddy like that. They don't need to know daddy used to live out of the bottle. They don't need to see me doing it again. Don't get me wrong, I still drink. I just don't drink anywhere near as much as I used to drink.
My boys are the foundation for any control I have left, which to be honest with you isn't much.
Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at November 17, 2005 07:43 PM | TrackBackAh, so I am not the only one who has been feeling this way of late. I think it must be the weather.
No, you are right, the bottle isn't the answer. You and your boys (and Ktreva) deserve better.
So, Herkimer my friend, I will be thinking of you. Hope you quickly get resolution to the issues plaguing you.
Posted by: oddybobo at November 17, 2005 02:02 PMMy father was an alcoholic, so I am very careful around alcohol. Particularly since I like the taste of a lot it. Lately I have been seriously considering having a drink. Instead, I eat more chocolate and keep getting fatter. Some days I wonder which is worse. Sigh. I hope your days get better soon. I'm just floating by until after the holidays.
Posted by: vw bug at November 17, 2005 02:38 PMSame thing with the anger here. I wake up pissed off in the morning. All day I just want something - anything to take away the anger. The pain.
No particular reason. Just not a good place right now.
In other words, hang in there. Blow off a little steam with some laughter (promise, you'll be laughing within the next 36 hours) and just flat out hang in there. From what I remember - there is nothing like the hug from a child to cut those cravings.
Posted by: Tammi at November 17, 2005 07:51 PMWhat a bummer. I usually hit that kind of feeling in February. Lucky for me I don't like the taste of alcohol so I never even think of drinking.
I wish you had a good karate class to go to - sounds like you need some time with the pads on. Go a few rounds - hit and kick the ever livin' daylights out of someone. It's a wonderful thing - does ever so much to get rid of that anger!
Posted by: Teresa at November 17, 2005 10:04 PMI know exactly of what you speak. I think another day of shooting is in order.
Posted by: Ogre at November 18, 2005 06:30 AMOddy, VW; I actually have people pissing me off, I'm not just pissed for no reason. Car Dealership, issue with friends, my family, work, etc. It's just so much right now that I can't overcome any of it.
Ogre; That is a damn good idea. I just need to get need to get some people together to go with me.
Posted by: Contagion at November 18, 2005 06:58 AMMy boys are about the only things keeping me from self-destructing too.
Well, that, and the fact that if I give up and give in to self-destruction, I've let the bastards win.
But it's damn hard to keep fighting. Damn hard.
Posted by: Jenna at November 18, 2005 09:41 AMThere have been times when I've had to consciously remind myself, *out loud*, of how much my family, and my real friends mean to me and me to them just to stay out of the nut farm.
I must say, you've done a great job staying sane with all the crap you've been going through and the proof is, you're not back *in the bottle*. Even with your comments (jokingly) about what a *bad* dad you've been, I've seen you with your boys -- you're a great dad!
You've got a lot of people cheering you on, man. I've learned that even when we think we're alone, there are *true* friends who are always with us
(though it's a pain when ya gotta take a crap). Sorry, that just popped up in my head from behind the sacks of quicklime. :-P
Posted by: Wes at November 19, 2005 12:48 AMMy boys are what keep me glued. My boys are what get me to get out of bed some mornings. My boys are the reason...sometimes all to often.
I wonder... how would I make it through my day without knowing I have little people that I must be there for?
So... Yup... I think you need to go shooting again, as Ogre said. If you think it will help, it is constructive and you need to do it.
Posted by: Bou at November 19, 2005 10:09 PM
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