Weave Your Life — Tales Of An Alcoholic
A short story on how to not
The first thing that truly impacted my childhood was the discovery that I had a father. The second one was finding out I don’t have a father anymore.
My father was a drunk, the type of drunk that knew all the answers, I used to sit with him and chat all night as I was asking him history questions while googling them, he knew the right answer to every question!
I was always mad at my father, mainly because of his wasted potential, he could’ve been a great writer, storyteller, even as a drunk man, I hate the idea that if you drink alcohol you’re automatically useless, and he was that kind of an alcoholic.
When he died I had to choose one path, I’m either going to fall in the same direction or do something more about it because I must admit, I do drink more often than I should. So I’ve been dedicating myself a lot more to my daughter, to my relationship, as much as I can to my job, and of course, recently, to medium and writing more, it feeds my productivity so much more since I am writing on medium, even if I have a beer or a glass of wine, writing while having that it makes me feel much more productive.
I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
Charles Bukowski
Do you see how I justified my drinking with productivity? With normal behaviors one should have, such as, spending time with your child (which any normal father would do), being in a relationship, working (which, again, any decent man would do). Perhaps I’ve almost tricked you as well thinking drinking can be justified and can be good for your mental health.
Truth is, I have no idea what “weave” your life means, but what I do know that if you’re in a constant loop with everything you do, that’s not “weaving”.
How do you weave your life? I am sure your advice is much better than mine, lol!
Thank you 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. for this prompt.






