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Drinking during the day

 Drinking during the day 

People want you to feel guilty/bad for feeling relaxed after being wound tighter than a white onion for the last 40 odd years.

Now I'm addicted to alcohol I would say.

Now in of itself that’s not a problem 

Keep yourself chemically balanced is all.

Except Rationalism wants to treat anything that is not in the affective fiction of the the day as a 'problem'.

Suffer at work: good.

Be happy, write a killer poem and have a 10am bottle of pear cider: bad.

A problem.

But equally in a rational world where we unemotionally seek objective sense,

Isn’t work a problem?

Performing a socially useless task in many cases. We saw that during COVID.

It fills up the world with junk.

And to fund this the world is made poor while the 1% make the killing.

Isn’t that a problem?

Sure there are doctors, sure there are nurses, sure there are plumbers, sure there are essential workers.

But most workers are not.

Most are in marketing of some kind. 

Selling us something we don’t need & in fact toxifies the world.

So if I wanna have a drink at any time, I will.

We’re all gonna die.

Whether sooner or later.

Surely better to die happy?


--


So, the day after my paean to daytime drinking was finished,

I feel like shit

I ache

& so what I think?:

I have mixed feelings!


Norms vs Deviance/taboos

The Superego

It is very hard to BREAK THROUGH

& when we do so

Invariably it's not for long


Plus the body & it's gravities


Nevertheless

Any time OUTSIDE OF THE TUNNEL

is significant.


& regardless the specifics of the notion/motion,


It's time out of jail.



Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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