Date: January 29th, 2017 10:24 PM
Author: Fat Plodding Law Beaver (dracula who must show his cock)
20s, nobody cares because we all do it.
30s, most of us slow down and you start realize who might be showing signs of a problem.
40s, it's very obvious.
You see their work, looks, families, and mental health just
fucking implode. Years of compulsive boozing takes a massive toll. The
physical difference between a routine, hard drinker and a normal person
at 45 can be startling.
I am still a GC-cucked lawyer slave and I currently work around
people that average about a decade older than me. I would say 20% have a
debilitating alcohol problem. Of that fraction, about half are open
drinkers and the rest try to keep it a secret. Out of all of them, the
person who I am certain is in the most dire circumstances has never been
visibly drunk around me or anyone else we work with. But all the signs
are there, neon bright.
I can't say it enough times so I'll just evangelize to you
brothers quickly. If you need to self-medicate, then learn to utilize
marijuana on a regular basis. Of all the things you can choose it will
fuck you up the least in the long run. I love drinking but if I suddenly
realized that I was dependent, I would go cold turkey that instant. If
you're a slow burn progressive alcoholic, as most are, you won't realize
how deep you're into it until you're in crisis. The genetic wasters
were all made to face their problems in their 20s, even teens. They
cleaned up, or else prison, death, homelessness, other brutal
consequences. They're out of the picture or sober. Escaping this early
fate lulls many of you into thinking that you're just fine, even as you
go to sleep with a mushy forebrain five nights a week.
You brothers in your 30s who think you've hit some kind of sweet
spot: you haven't. You're on the slow ride. I'm not saying don't drink.
By all means, drink. But the second you think you really need it? Like,
nothing else is going to do for you what alcohol is doing? You need to
let it go. Let it go without regret. Pick up weed if you crave
inebriation. You'll lose weight, feel better in the mornings, and you
won't wear the physical signs of your addiction like a vasodilated
badge.
I work with this one guy. Excellent attorney. Well known in his
field, all the proper credentials and background signals. Fine to work
with and doesn't display most of the ticks and obsessions that you see
in seasoned biglawyers. He's fresh out of his third marriage, his kids
hate him, his face is a patchwork of rosacea and broken blood vessels,
he smells like fetid liquor sweat every other day, and he lives like a
pig. He pays people to do almost everything for him because he can't
manage on his own and he no longer cares about his lifestyle. He eats
like a garbage disposal. No more marriages because even the money
grubbing divorcee shrews can't stand to be with him on a physical level.
He doesn't have much wealth to show for his years of grinding and
everything it did to him. He'll never be able to detach from the bottle
without forced detox and a new career, the latter being nearly
impossible. And nobody cares enough about him anymore to push for
change. He's late 50s but looks borderline elderly. Ten years ago he was
decent looking, fit, socially inclined guy with happy teenaged children
despite the marriages. Now he's a fucking puddle. His fingers are
mangled from all the falls over the years.
Smoke weed, brothers. Smoke it up and don't look back.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3508537&forum_id=2#32494889)
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