We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
New Years Eve. Time to party hearty? Been there, done that in youth. No more. There's no point to it.
We ask our readers to please drink responsibly. Each reader is precious to us, and we cannot afford to lose one to a traffic accident.
Speaking of alcohol abuse and alcoholism, here's an interesting report on The Three Types of Alcoholism. I am not sure whether it corresponds well to my clinical experience or not. Probably not. However, this does:
The authors note that this finding supports two pathways to alcoholism: one where drinking represents a tendency to behave impulsively and seek excitement, and a second where drinking is used to relieve negative mood states and reduce behavioral inhibition.
In other words, substance addiction often - but not always - has underpinnings of either neuroticism or sociopathy. In the end, every human - drunk or sober - is a unique individual with his own basket of issues.
How weird is this: Life has been a little heavy as of late--okay, possibly as heavy as it's ever been--but I just can't seem to bring myself to drink. Yesterday I sat down and made an effort to loosen up, so I had a (very dry) martini. Half-way through the drink I received an email from my attorney which upset me and--BAMM--I'm done drinking.
Also, a friend of mine who started drinking late in life decided that, under the circumstances, I should be eager to get a serious buzz-on. He started hanging around my place and drinking a lot. It got to the point that I couldn't stand his antics anymore and I told him to get lost. I'd rather hang out by myself and clean the house or read a book or something. (Dude sings sappy country songs in monotone when he's drunk).
I have no problem with a party. I'm not anti-alcohol. I mean, okay, so recently I got a little religion, but it's not going to stop me from getting drunk in an Old Testament kind of way once every blue moon. Holidays have been slow and easy with good times spent with family, but my life kind of got turned upside down recently and I hit blue spots occasionally. What the heck!
"Each reader is precious to us, and we cannot afford to lose one to a traffic accident."
The last day of the year produces the most asinine statement of the year. No reader on this blog is 'precious'. If your readers were 'precious', you hosts would treat them with more respect and certainly with a touch of class.
I don't drink, but take care for those of you who do. Don't die in a car wreck. Happy New Year, and here's to hoping the good Dr. Bliss may offer her editor some CBT to help with his avoidance problems and his lack of courage.