PLANET OF THE ALCHYS

Now I hope I don’t go offending anyone here. As I well know most people like a good old drinkiepoos. Let me be clear on MY definitional of being a true Alchy;

• Someone that drinks pretty much every single day.

I find these people utter such bollocks like, ‘I am not an alchy, I can take it or leave it,’ or, ‘I like to have at least one drink a day.’ Or, ‘I’ve only had one.’

For me this is Classic psychological reasoning, allowing them to drink daily. From where I sit in the ivory confines of Mel’s world, this says HELLO YOU ARE A DRUNK!!

It is not that go out on a mission to purposely research such problems in people. I just seem to have a bull eyes target on my back for any and all fucked up, emotional retarded, cross dressing, mummies boys, selfish, drunk, head messed, druggie, issue infested nut jobs on the planet. The fact I seem to have a radar for the truly fucked up has maybe pushed me into the area of counselling. (Takes one to know one, you could say here.) The reasons for them finding me could well be my wanting to accept people for whom and what they are, as this is truly what I wish from people about myself. However, wanting to be a counsellor could well be because of my journey and issues I have had to face. Life issues that I struggle to understand as a human but more so as a parent. I worry for my children and the issues that may well cross their path.

(Some defensive excuses coming) I am not saying I do not suffer with a copious amount of issues. I do. I admit it. I am medicated and attend courses to manage my issues; I have upset family members and poured out my heart and soul to get help. That is maybe the fundamental difference between being fucked up and admitting it and being fucked up and ignoring it or making excuses for it. How many druggie/alchy, addicts do you know that don’t think they are fucked up?

Anyway like I was saying I don’t go out of my way to come across people like this. I seem to bump into them in the co-op – literally bumped into a drunk at 9.15am this morning. He absolutely reeked of last nights booze. I don’t know if anyone reading this knows that smell on someone’s breath but it is very distinctive. He breathed all over me and swayed a little. He had an Alchy Face - Their face is always super red and their nose is bulbous with broken capillaries their lips are puffy, pale, and drawn into a slobbering grin. Their eyes are all bloodshot and unfocused. This bloke could not have been more than 35, yet he face looked so much older. I could not help but feel sad. Not 6 and half hours later on the way back from the school run. Another one, he was standing on the side of the road, two cans in his shaking hands. Looking like he was about to fall off the edge of the world. This made me hate living around here. I have often seen mostly guys walking around early doors with their bag of booze or tin in hand. I guess this explains the constant improvement of our local convenience store that is fittingly called ‘Bargain Booze.’ help the alchy community grow and grow should be their slogan.

I know it might appear that I am attacking and judging those people that I do not know nor understand their reasons for doing what they do. Fair do’s, I am being a bit of an arsehole here but this today has made me feel truly sad. As a parent, as a women, as a human, as a basildonyte, as an Essex girl. It just made me feel sad, and it reminded me of all the people I have met in my days that have drink, drug issues and how I wonder how far down the hole they are or are not. No truer words were spoken when they said, you can’t save everyone. And some people don’t want to be saved. This may well be the truth. I guess what I want for other people, be it good or not. The person must want it for themselves.....