Six years...

I was talking to Sharon last night about sobriety. Mine in particular. (I had been asked at a holiday party why I didn't drink) We were talking about how alot of people, when they clean up, kind of wave it around like a flag, annoying their friends and family with their "great accomplishment" and how I've really tried hard not to do that. It's weird because people want to know why you don't drink and when you give them a short answer they assume that you don't want to talk about it beacause you're embarrassed. In actuality, I don't want to talk about it because it's fucking boring! I'd rather stab myself in the eye than listen to somebody's story about their journey to sobriety. This is why I could never swing with the whole AA thing. It works for many, many people and I think that's great, but I just couldn't do it. It never helped me to stand up and tell my story and it sure as fuck didn't help me to listen to other people tell theirs. (Having said that, the caveat is that if a friend of mine wants to talk about it because they are struggling with the addiction, I'd be happy to.)

Anyway, I just passed my six year anniversary and usually I remember and give myself a little pat on the back on December first. This year though, I forgot. And I think that's pretty great.