Alcohol is a huge part of our culture and it is extremely hard to avoid a few drinking sessions at this time of year. There is nothing wrong with going out and enjoying yourself but the one thing I want to communicate to everybody is to be careful. The majority of bad things that have happened in my life have been the product of alcohol abuse. The reasons these bad things would happen is because I would go out drinking with an end goal of getting out of my mind. That is simply not okay and I only really changed my ways when I was knocked down by a car on the way home from a night out. I well and truly had a drinking problem and it took this bump in the night for me to wake up. I still drink socially and I will admit that I do enjoy it but I don’t drink to get out of my mind anymore. It has been a long time since I have blacked out from drinking and I plan on keeping it that way.
The below poem is a summary of how my regular night used to be and I thought that was perfectly fine until the smack of a Volkswagen Golf put things into perspective. I don’t want to offend anybody with this blog post as I know alcohol is horrifically addictive and can be a huge problem in a lot of families. I am simply trying to prevent another accident or bad event happening to you by making you question your relationship with drink this Christmas. Enjoy your drinks, stay hydrated and please maintain control of your body and mind during this festive season.
You Booze, You Lose
The weekend is here, let’s ignite the cheer,
Hand me some of those hoppy craft beers.
Out for a laugh and to escape reality,
Let’s see if this liver can put up with this brutality.
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Getting out of my mind as quickly as possible,
Pissing the bed now surely looks probable.
Out with the lads, man this is fun,
Shit, I’ve lost them all and its only turned one.
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Staggering home I grab a bag of chips,
I inhale the lot burning my mouth and my lips.
Eventually I get home to my front door,
Realising I can’t work my keys anymore.
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Fortunately one of my housemates lets me in,
I rush in the door and puke in the bin.
I crawl up the stairs and fall into bed,
Not realising my surroundings, I wallop my head.
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Six hours later I wake from my slumber,
My mind on overdrive I can’t sleep any longer.
Keys, wallet and phone the search has begun,
My head feels like it weights a solid ton.
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Planning my day I can’t make a decision,
As my mind has lost all of it’s precision.
Overcome by the fear of what may have happened last night,
I lock myself in my room and shut out the light.
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Another day wasted to the hungover blues,
I can’t believe this is a feeling I choose.
Either some day I realise when I have had one too many,
Or simply just learn to never have any.
