ALCOHOLISM: NOT AS BAD AS KARL

I knew I had a drinking thing, but I didn’t call it a problem. There’s an old joke found primarily on tee shirts: I don’t have a drinking problem. I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem. That was me.

I could always gage the status of my “thing” by comparing it to that of my friend, Karl. Karl was a big teddy bear of a man whose dedication to booze was unsurpassable. He could – and did – drink hard liquor from dawn till dusk and back again. As long as I never caught up with his intake, I could assure myself I was okay. I wasn’t as bad as Karl.

Nor was I as bad as Stewart who relapsed within an hour of getting out of treatment and not long after, went to bed one night and never got up. Certainly not as bad as Stewart.

I never had a DUI or got in an alcohol-related accident. I never wrapped my car around a tree like Gordie. The last thing his buddy, Dave, remembered were the words, “Shit, we’re going 85!” A month later, Dave made the mistake of getting into a car a with Tom. They were coming home from the pub, a 5-mile drive at the most. Tom went off the road and this time, Dave didn’t make it. I guess he couldn’t go through that pain again. I wasn’t involved in either accident, since I wasn’t as bad as Gordie or Tom.

John passed out in the parking lot of the pub and was run over by another drunk who didn’t see him lying there. I wasn’t as bad as either John nor the unknown driver.

Scotty was passed out when his apartment building caught on fire. He never knew what hit him. I wasn’t as bad as David.

A friend of a friend of a friend committed suicide by throwing herself off a cliff when she relapsed. Having stayed a healthy distance from killing myself, I figured I wasn’t nearly as bad as she.

Eight years ago, I got sober. I looked back at my life, the comparisons, justifications, and denial. I now know they were symptoms of my alcoholism. As long as I surrounded myself with Karls and Stewarts and Johns, I could bundle myself in the comfortable fantasy that I was doing okay. The irony is that, in alcoholism as in all things, we stand alone. Addiction, though it takes different forms, is addiction, no matter how banal or how lethal the outcome. No one else’s behavior is responsible for my own. And chances are, there was someone out there watching my madness and saying to themselves: “I’m okay. I’m not as bad as Mollie.”

**I wrote this blog some time ago but didn’t post it because it’s harsh. Last week Karl passed away. In his early 60s, he went before his time. I can’t say I’ll miss him – I haven’t seen him since I sobered up – but I’m sad. Here’s to you, Karl – not a drink but a eulogy.

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About Mollie Hunt

I am the crazy cat lady, animal shelter volunteer, Trekkie, and mystery writer. I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest and will watch any TV show or movie filmed here. Even though I am of a goodly age (sixty-something) I go to Star Trek conventions in costume and am not afraid to be by myself. I enjoy my life in the cat lane. Words to live by: Spay and neuter; Live long and prosper; Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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4 Responses to ALCOHOLISM: NOT AS BAD AS KARL

  1. This was a brave and most important post. I am so sorry about Karl. I dated, married and divorced an alcoholic. I dated him 11 years, got married in ’97…the marriage didn’t even last 2 years, I nearly called off the wedding but didn’t. He had gone to jail for driving left of center……thankfully he didn’t hit anyone. When he got out there was no remorse. After his second DUI when I had to drive 2 hrs to jail to pick him up, I filed for divorce. I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to Al-Anon to try and help him, ultimately, at that time he never wanted to help himself. He was a good man in many ways, not a mean drunk. I just didn’t want to be around if the time ever came that he killed someone. Addiction, is addiction……….I joined a non-smoking group that starts on March 29th…….my demon is tobacco. My heart goes out to you. My younger brother is a recovered alcoholic……………it isn’t easy. Keep on doing the good that you are doing. catchatwithcarenandcody

  2. BTW, I recite your quote above every night when I say my prayers “Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.”…………………………..and like you, I am 60!

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