Yesterday after work I popped into my favorite drink-by-the-river establishment and recovered my debit card. I walked up to the same bartender I had in essence 'stiffed' during my bender on Sunday and he did not even bat an eye. When I asked if I had perhaps left my card at his fine establishment he just said, 'let me check the wall' and there behind him was a small collection of forgotten cards and unsigned tabs. I was one who had left my card and not signed for my tab, basically I had just gotten up and gone home. Nice, huh?
But here is the thing, apparently this happens all the time at my favorite drink-by-the-river establishment. "People always come back for their cards." he said. Here I had been so embarrassed, feeling like the worst human on the planet, and they did not even care. And therein lies the problem for me; I have been frequenting this bar (and others before it) because it is a safe place for a drunk like myself. I am not the only one staggering out of the place completely potted with an open tab and forgotten personal items left in my wake. If I acted in such a manner anywhere else I would be on a 'do not serve' list, right? If I drive off from the gas station having forgotten to pay for my gasoline a police officer would come to my door to escort me back. If my non-problem-drinking friends heard the story, they would worry about me.
I am tired of hiding from everyone. No one in my life has the whole story, everyone gets bits and pieces of my doings and thoughts. Why? Because I am so afraid that if any of them find out who I really am, they will be disgusted, alarmed, angry, etc. This sort of life is exhausting. I am a walking classified document, I black out the classified information before I show myself and I am so, so tired of fearing that I will miss a line.
The lines I have to black out and disappear are almost always the drunkety parts. I wonder if I have been fooling anyone? Well there is a question for another day. Today the only question is: will I be drinking? And the answer is "NO."
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