Giving up all my vices at once is presenting all manner of unexpected problems. But I've now realised, at least, what was probably obvious to everyone else ages ago - that the booze lies at the root of all my other lifestyle shortcomings.
When I drink, I smoke. I very rarely smoke in daylight and almost exclusively when either drinking, drunk of hungover. And when I drink, I get weird compulsions, like the alcoholic equivalent of pregnancy cravings, to eat food I know is a. hugely bad for me and b. of no nutritional value whatsoever.
So if I stop drinking, theoretically I should stop eating so much crap and shake off the desire to smoke, in one fell swoop. But here lies the paradox. Not drinking, especially when in company, seems over the last couple of days to have thrown up a whole new and unexpected occupational hazard: boredom.
I'm BORED. And basically, I'm never bored. So what's going on?
This experiment is making me face up to a lot of aspects of my life I've not cared to address for many years. Why do I drink? Why do I smoke? Why do I feel the need to go out six nights out of seven? Is it, as I now suspect, some evil combination of "keeping up with the Joneses", "stay ahead of the curve", "prove to everyone how committed and hardcore I still am" and worst of all, "yeah, I've still got it, party like it's 1995"?
How very depressing.
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