I never thought I could go a single day without a beer.
Who fucking cares? Why is not ingesting a beverage such a big deal? Sure, it makes sense to take care of myself but why tell people? Why make a big deal? Why care?
Sobering up has clarified a lot around me. Without the excuse of “Josh was just drunk”, some people can’t handle my voice. Maybe I am annoying. Maybe my transparency makes people reflect on the lives they choose to live. Just maybe, my questions sting because the answers hurt to say out loud.
60 days without what I needed to get through an afternoon has been hard. But it isn’t anything special. At least to anyone else.
Fuck all of this. Transparency. The effort. The “concern”. Someone find me a drink!