Ok- baaaad friend J*** brought over a bottle of scotch, to share when he drops by to visit, or for dinner. We are supposed to be saving the rest of it for over the course of like- a year- hello! But alcohol- in the house- and me, do not get along. So far I have replaced it I think, twice. Don't get me wrong- I am not a falling down drunk- (though I'd like to be ) In fact, I'm one of those strange breeds of people that alcohol has very little effect on- I've been told this by incredulous friends who can watch me swill large amounts of the stuff without it having much effect except for the inevitable and welcome relaxation of dialog. I'm what is known as a "fun drunk" I suppose. I undergo a complete personality change. Like right now. I have a session in half an hour. I swear to you, I have never done this before. But there the scotch was sitting- calling to me. Things are not easy in therapy, especially in terms of letting myself be seen. I just had the session from hell with spiritual director last night, who after a most despairing session, bought me balaclava and made me eat it in front of him as a "penance." Well, I'm making it sound bad, it was actually, in the context of what I'm going throuhg there- really, really nice. Just hard to accept, very.
So I'm er...sipping a little scotch. I just have to ask- is that SO wrong? I feel like a bad girl. Really bad for a chnage, and it's a *good* feeling.