Alcoholism that isn’t a disease

Sexy Drunk Christians: Chapter 1 Polluted Thinking Part 2

NOT a disease to someone lying in a hospital bed with 17 seconds of life left after struggling with cancer for many years. Neither is morbid obesity, opioid addiction or exercise bulimia.

Nope, none of these voluntary habits are diseases in the same way that when your heart simply explodes in your chest, and you drop to the floor, dead is a disease. Sometimes it takes a while to learn the most obvious things.

Alcohol and sex both create magical escapes from the horrible truth that you’re gonna die someday, someday soon, and it’s hard to enjoy much of anything with that grim reaper laughing just behind you and biding his time because he’s got all the time in the world, all the time in the universe for fuck sake.

Whereas you, whether you’re getting shitfaced drunk or shooting your wad onto the big breasts of an imagined or actual lover only lasts for as long as it lasts and then you glance back over your shoulder and the reaper still stands patiently waiting, making apparent how…