We are fortunate/unfortunate (depends on how you see things) to be part of a generation where we have access to excess, little or no hindrances, mostly financially stable even with all the problems with the economy... or are we just down-right irresponsible and oblivious to the events that threaten our future?
With all the presumed carelessness, we are still creatures that will strive to survive and the breaking point usually brings about a certain realization... Mortality.
We can be addicted to drugs, sex, alcohol and all what not... but the one thing everyone is addicted to is life... the idea of living... the opportunity to learn from mistakes... right wrongs etc... staying alive or self preservation has to be the ultimate addiction.
We all have our experiences and i decided to collect a few from friends, see if i can start a series of sorts...
Enjoy...
My name is
Charles and I am addicted to life. I woke up that faithful morning, refreshed
from a good night’s sleep without the cast on my leg. I was elated to have my
ankle healed and even happier that I was back working out. The state of my body
has always been of interest to me and as a result I strive to maintain an
appearance of athleticism. I pick out my trusty beach shorts and donned a shirt
made out of a fine Italian cotton, light and airy to give an onlooker the idea
that I reside on an African Riviera.
The plan was to
be picked up by my best friend’s younger brother because we were passengers on
the family boat. I had been waiting for this day for weeks. The women, the
alcohol, the sun, the pool, the food, all these things seemed to cause me to
salivate at the thought of all the debauchery that would take place as I
arrived closer to the 28th anniversary of being alive.
Once we docked at
the beach house I went straight into the pool to wash the sand off me from the
ATV journey there and to give the girls already in attendance a sneak preview
of the body I had been building in the gym since my leg came out of the cast. I
strolled over to the cooler and picked up a bottle of Belvedere and an almost
nearly frozen bottle of Moet. Oh and if you’re wondering, it was rose, this is
the Riviera, I couldn’t let my geographical location down. After distributing
drinks to my sister and her friends plus a bunch of other party-goers who had
convened at the table where I was sat I proceeded to mix my own potion for the
day.
"3 parts of vodka,
2 parts of champagne
a splash of
bitter lemon"
3 parts of vodka,
2 parts of champagne, a splash of bitter lemon. This was what I had planned to
drink all day. I had done much worse than this before as normally I would take
out the lemon and add two shots of Jagermeister to the mix. So I felt I was being
responsible by starting the day slowly.
After about 8 of these drinks I noticed
my balance was suffering and I couldn’t keep my legs from slipping under me.
This is where my memory starts to fade but fortunately enough my actions were
viewed by all the guests at the party like a circus performer at the palace of
a king. The next memory I have is being hoisted onto the ATV and the strong
stench of body odour emanating from the person holding me up. Next was the
tortuous boat ride back to civilisation that left me feeling like a freshly
blended frozen Margherita. After those glimmers of memory the last and final
thing I remembered was being held up by the driver and one of my mother’s
tailors in a cold shower to sober me out of my drunken stupor, muttering the
words,
" “I’m sorry mummy,
I’m so sorry”
over and over again"
“I’m sorry mummy, I’m so sorry” over and over again. The aftermath of
this day out resulted in a 5 week long hangover for some who had never suffered
for more that 2 hrs. I lost body weight drastically because I couldn’t eat
solids. My skin lost its lustre and my hair refused to grow. This whole event
marked the end of my drinking days. Today I am one year and 2 months sober and
still going strong. I am a better person for it, mentally and physically. My
advice to all is when you stop having fun with it, you need to stop. The
experience marked a decade in my years as a solid drinker. 10 years of
systematic and calculated abuse of alcohol and my body decided
it had taken on enough for a whole lifetime.
So, my name is Charles and I’m
addicted to life. I want to live a glorious one in fantastic health.
Guest post by @3hvndred
The Weeknd - Live for (ft Drake)
