Besides the obvious, "drugs are bad", I struggle to find what to say on this topic.
The selfish hand of alcoholism has managed to reach down and wrap it's cold fingers around my heart strings more than once, even at such a young age. To protect the anonymity of those individuals I won't elaborate, but I will say that I am grateful for all the lessons their drastic behavior has had on my life. I am grateful that this is one of those rare times I can learn something without having to do it myself. I can look at them, who they used to be, where they are now and what has come of them, only to say, "Wow, how sad, I will NEVER let that be my life."
MOST of the time moderation is key. Don't ask me to elaborate on this either.
I take pride in the fact that I know little to nothing about drugs or what it feels like to be on them. Hell, I hate taking Tylenol and for those of you who have seen me on Tylenol you know why. For those of you who haven't, just ask my aunt Wendy who lost me half way through the supermarket as I fell asleep on the cart with my sunglasses on and then proceeded to sleep in the car through another visit to a completely separate grocery only after having 2. To say I'm sensitive is putting it lightly.
Truthfully I never even so much as drank in high school until the second semester of senior year and then I went a little nuts. Everyone has a wild time and mine lasted from about Spring Break until December of my freshman year of college. After about 8 months, I was over it, but if you've been a reader for long then you know that Tequila and I will always have a love/love relationship! With Jose there is simply no room for hate, not even the morning after when my head is pounding. (I will say that there is plenty of hate for rum, ick!) This is where moderation is important, where I believe it's more than okay to have drinks, as long as you're NOT driving and you're safe about it.
Recently, I turned 21 in Las Vegas and while most everything that happened there is unspeakable, this photo was leaked after the paparazzi caught wind of my mom and I wandering the Strip:
That's me with my first Fat Tuesday's (aka a giant slurpee with alcohol).
And yes I'm doubling-fisting it.
It's okay to indulge every now and then, just don't lose your head, your panties or yourself.
Cheers,
Kelci
