Evening Meditation:
Once upon a time there was work and there was play and they seemed opposite. But as my alcoholism progressed, playing wasn’t fun anymore as drinking became my necessity. Alcohol turned all my would-be fun into clinical depression. Synonym and antonym became the same insane, like loosen and unloosen. Who knew fun could be so wearisome?The meanings of words changed meaning until nothing meant anything.
Quote? "The opposite of fun, for me, is alcohol."
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 19)
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