Today's life lesson is this:
Don't engage in an activity if, on the basis of what you know about yourself and the activity, there are reasonable grounds for believing it will likely be injuriously habit-forming.
It's not pithy; I'll work on it later. What brings it to mind is my need for a good old moan at the moment.
I'm a touch unwell just now.
I started using alcohol in my late teens because I was not a happy little Vegemite, and I wanted to die. So my problems were twofold:
- It's jolly hard just getting through the day with that attitude, and
- I couldn't directly kill myself, because I'm incredibly squeamish.
I found that being slightly tipsy most of the time and very, very drunk the rest of the time solved the proximate issue, while ensuring that I was steadily working toward the larger objective.