27 more to go.
This is pretty pathetic that I'm already itching for some dranks.
{Yeah, I said dranks. My boyfriend is half black. Gives me some sort of street cred, no?}
Maybe my assumptions were right in that I really was an alchy in the making.
No tremors yet, but I'm waiting for them.
And it makes it even worse when you had a bad day, like I did yesterday, and can't just go home and have yourself a big ol' bottle of pinot noir. Instead, I had to "work-it-out" at the gym and then talk about my feelings to get over it.
Not necessarily as fun, but I suppose still effective.
And you know what else I figured out about myself?
I'm really good at giving advice. Like, come on over to me with your problems and I'll probably have a grand piece of wisdom to share that will age me way beyond my mere 25-almost-26 years of life.
But.
Trying to take my own advice? Not so much.
Yesterday, I heard something not so nice about me from someone at work.
Whether it was true or not, I don't know because I didn't care enough to actually find out.
Normally, with someone in my situation, I would tell them this {get ready for this wise advice, it's going to blow your socks off}:
"Who the eff cares what someone says or thinks about you?!
That's their problem not yours. Get over it."
I know. Life changing advice.
So why did I let it bother me so much yesterday?
Why did I let it bother me enough to actually carry it home with me after working hours?
Probably because I'm a sensitive soul and I have this hope and dream for everyone to think I'm amazing? I don't know. It's odd, really.
I'm over it now and I'm actually not quite sure what the point of this post was.
Oh. Alcohol.
Yeah, it would have been nice to drink it away last night.
But, look at me! I worked it out with some old fashioned gym time, Bachelorette watching, purple-bagged Skittles eating, and some late night talking with The Dizzle.
Maybe I'm on to something...
...
Happy Hump Day!
xoxo
Skittles makes everything better. Oh and you're not weird for wanting people to think you're amazing! But if it helps, I think you're amazing!
ReplyDeletework is dum.
ReplyDeletei love everything you wrote, girl. seriously.
ReplyDeleteand i'm doing this with you!! but i'm only on day 2. yeah. solidarity, sister!
xo
LOL i am dying over your street cred
ReplyDeleteand yeah im the same way with "who cares what someone says about you!" but then when it happens to me i get all cranky and bitter and want to go ape shit on them
BUT! well i have no but...day 3 of no booze wooohoo! you are on to something!
xoxoxo
I just came across your blog and I'm not gonna lie...I'm already hooked! Anything about SD makes me happy (I miss home!) and your writing is cracking me up! Looking forward to reading!! And goodluck with the anti-alcohol challenge...you are a better woman than me! :)
ReplyDeleteI totally know what you mean about the advice thing. I feel like I can give some pretty darn good advice from an outsider's perspective. But taking my own advice? Ohh that's a whole other story. I don't understand where my rational-ness goes when it comes to my own life!
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely harder to take our own advice than it is to give it!
ReplyDeleteSo, here, take my advice. Shake it off, people suck, and the person is probably jealous of your awesomeness!
Your blog style is so much fun to read- very unique! :)
ReplyDeleteI hear you on being sensitive when it's something that was said about YOU. I think most females feel the exact same way as you described when it comes to gossip- I know I do. Looking forward to hearing about how the rest of the month goes!
Hopefully blogging helps make you feel like people generally thing you're amazing. That seems to be the general consensus of the comments you get, haha. :)
ReplyDeleteAND ... you'll get there! If you're used to dealing with problems in one way and then you just switch, it's an adjustment. It's not impossible. Good luck! :)
There is something wrong with quitting the dranks in the sweet, sweet summa time. But I contemplated doing it during June. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteGurl, be strong, no-alcohol will get easier over time.
ReplyDeleteMy advice to people usually involves the phrase "slap a bitch."
Not the most mature, but it would probably feel better, hey?
Stay strong! I've been craving for a bottle of pinot myself lately. If I have one, I'll pour some on the ground for you for the non-drinking "homies". I hate when I take work home with me, it's exhausting but usually I can't control it. Eh, just let the emotions ride out and maybe try a new vice like Ben and Jerry's Karamel Sutra (it's good girl, trust me!)
ReplyDeleteEvani
Purple bag of skittles, yummmm!
ReplyDeleteI think once your 30 day ban is over that you and D should go to Miguel's in Coronado and have pomerita's with chips and jalapeño cheese dip =)
Ew whoever that person is sucks. You rock, obviously. Don't let the hataz bring you down girlfran.
ReplyDeleteYep, totally the same when it comes to giving advice. And coworkers can be pretty hard to deal with - especially since you have to see them every single day and we all want to be the girl that everyone can't help but love.
ReplyDeleteI had a similar bad day a couple months ago, so maybe it helps you a bit (you know, because I'm great at giving advice): http://frikkenduckie.blogspot.com/2012/03/office-bullies-what-i-wore-wednesday.html
And hey, you're still a pretty awesome gal in my book! Alcoholic or not.
Stay gold, Ponyboy!
♥ Duckie.
I haven't had purple skittles in SO LONG. And of course, now I'm going to die if I don't get a bag ASAP. Which definitely won't happen at 9:30 PM...sad me :(
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your 27 remaining days!
You are amazing and for them not to see that well something is def wrong with them
ReplyDeleteUgh, I feel the same way. Doing the Whole 30, so no alcohol for me for 30. It's beginning to feel like an eternity...and is making me sadly anti-social since it's not fun to go out and not drink (guess I should never get pregnant, doubt I'd survive).
ReplyDeleteDue to my own awful week (kicked off with a face-off with a giant rat), I didn't get a chance to comment. But I wanted to say that in honor of both of our bad days, I had a raspberry mojito for you. And then another one for me, obviously.
ReplyDeleteIt never even occurs to me that someone would be talking bad about me behind my back until I actually hear it. And it's not because I think I'm so great that they wouldn't, it's more like I don't think I'm exciting/controversial enough to be discussed. My neighbors talk about me and I hear about it from time to time, but given their track record of topless video-chatting with strange men on the internets, I have since chalked it up to "those ladies are crazy" (in which I use the term "ladies" very loosely.)
So probably whoever was talking about you is just compensating for topless videochatting with strange men. When you think about it that way, it's hard to let it get you down!