Wouldn’t it be something if these people that I live with knew how to tell stories? In Russian toasting, there are four toasts. For the meeting, for the friendly brotherhood, a salute to the women and then that bloody fourth toast. That is usually about to getting another bottle. Usually. Mostly. Always.

But what if it wasn’t alcoholic? What if it wasn’t hysterical and insane? What if it was just all of our friends telling us their stories from all of their different perspectives? Just to listen to all the stories and look through all the different points of view. What a wonderful club this would be.

Yeah. If they just knew how to tell stories, maybe we could meet without the alcohol. The alcohol does terrible things to us. We do so much harm to ourselves with alcohol. And I’m so tired of alcohol and alcoholics and all of the stupidity and insanity and inane pointless redundant drama endlessly. And the…

And everything else that happens to you when you are afraid to tell your stories. We drink to avoid social anxieties. Social anxiety usually comes from entering a social situation where nobody is going to listen to you tell your story.

I think this is why they do this in alcoholics anonymous and all the support groups for people suffering from addictions caused by a horrible quality of life caused by all of the people that love to torture other people without feeling pain themselves.

Anyway, I don’t drink anymore. I put my energy into quality of life. It’s a more sustainable solution. And I tell stories…