Over a couple years no booze for me now. Quit cold turkey from almost a full 1.75L bottle of vodka/day.
People make a big deal about it. Don’t quit cold turkey, you’ll die! Go to AA, you need help, a higher power, you can’t do it alone! Booze is too powerful! It’s too evil! Get help!
Fuck that noise. If quitting gives me withdrawal symptoms, DTs, kills me, so what? I did this to myself. Let’s see what happens.
I wasn’t really planning on quitting either. Like a lot of alkies, I knew I"d have to someday. I also knew “someday” or “eventually” is all bullshit. That really just means, “never until it really is a big deal, and out of my control.”
Well, fuck that noise, too. Woke up one day and my mind was saying “time for a drinkie! That’ll make ya feel better.” My body said, “booze stinks, it’s yucky, hell, it’s poison. Don’t want any.” I decided to listen to my body for once.
Day 1: no booze for me this morning. Wait 'til noon. You can do that, for christsakes. Okay, still alive, not seeing pink elephants. Go for 2PM. Fine. 4PM. Fine. 8PM, hey, look at me, still alive. 10PM, time for bed. No booze for me today. Aren’t I the shit?
Day 2: Well, you made it 24 hours. The world didn’t end. I wonder when the DTs are going to start? Google, google, google. Seems it could be within 8 hours. Or 24 hours. Or three or four days. Sometimes a week to ten days. Hmmm… I went 24 hours, let’s go for another half day. Cool, now lets go the whole day!
Day 3: Two fucking whole days! Go me! I was sucking down the coffee and cigs though. Body need poison!
Day 4: Still no DTs. Haven’t died. I’m kinda thinkin’ I’m not going to. Let’s keep going and see. I deserve those DTs damn it. Bring 'em on!
Day 5 (or something): I’m over most of the danger period I think, but I’ll aim for ten days, to be absolutely sure. Went to the fridge, took out my last bottle of booze, and poured it down the kitchen sink. Goodbye stupid alcohol. Don’t own me.
Day 6 and beyond: Dang, my mind keeps mentally reaching for drink. Have to keep telling myself, “no, now would not be a perfect time to have a drink, stupid. Normal people don’t sit around thinking this shit.”
10 days: No DTs. If it hasn’t happened by now, it ain’t gonna.
Fuck the AA shit. What is this, the middle ages? Booze is some powerful evil supernatural force that has power over me? Bullshit. It’s rubbing alcohol. It stinks. It’s an anesthetic, and antiseptic, and not something your body is actually designed to need. It’s fucking poison. And don’t give me any of that “a glass of red wine per day is good for you” bullshit. A vitamin C tablet per day is probably a lot better for you, over the long term.
That was pretty much that. I didn’t set out to quit forever, and even now I just leave it open ended. I like being a non-drinker. It feels good. It’s self-empowering, or some bullshit like that. I don’t check days off the calendar, and I don’t need little buttons or pins or badges about how long I"ve been sober. I allow myself to feel smug and powerful when I see people on TV sucking down glass after glass of booze. Weak-ass idiots. Do the really cool people drink? No. Unless they’re James Bond, but realistically he’s headed for liver disease too, and no way in real life he’d be a competent action hero if he were really drinking like that. It’s fake booze, you know. Then I’d ignore people on TV who drink, and focus and cool people who don’t drink. They’re the cool ones, and they’re the ones I want to be like. Don’t focus on people who do get to drink. Focus on the cool people who don’t drink for no other reason then they don’t like it and it isn’t cool.
Alcohol is just a liquid chemical. That’s all it is. It’s not scary. It’s not a monster. It’s just a stinky stupid fucking liquid and I don’t need it. Have a nice glass of gasoline if you like drinking stupid useless things that are bad for you.
For me, it had to not be a big deal. If it’s a big deal and you sit around in meetings making it a bigger deal all the time, it’s going to be big deal. If you make it one.
Fuck that. I could take it or leave it but I feel better leaving it. I love the fact that it was never a big deal except when I was making it one. No denial. No head games trying to trick myself out of it. No battle of will power vs. the evil fire water. Nope, I just don’t drink, and I don’t sit around thinking or worrying about it, because that would mean it’s a big deal. Can’t be a non-drinker if you sit around all day thinking about being a non-drinker.
The person I live with drinks, and has booze all over the house. I was worried about that but quickly realized the whole world is full of booze. Too bad, not for me. Don’t need it.