The Alcoholic Paradox

[LoG]

“The Alcoholic Paradox” by Austin Ripley
(The Little Red Book pages 59 - 60)

The alcoholic, of course, is many things, as we all know.He is the world’s supreme paradox. He drinks, not because he would, but because he must.
He does not drink for pleasure, he drinks to pain, yet he drinks. He will mortgage the wealth of the future to pay off the debts of the past so that he may drink up
the non-existent present.
He is the only one in nature, I think, who seeks stimulation in a sedative, only to find that it acts upon his nerves as excited misery.
He seeks to inflate his puny little ego in the provocative wine of Bacchus and succeeds in shriveling his soul in the bitter gall of remorse.
He escapes desperately to free himself from the facts of reality and runs
headlong into the prison of fantasy. Success is just as fatal as failure to the alcoholic.
He will drink with exhilaration to success and to sadness and misfortune. He drinks to get high in the evening, knowing how low he will be in the morning.
When the alcoholic smilingly gets to the first drink he can get, he is transported to heaven and when he is unable to get the last drink he can pour, he is transported to hell.
The alcoholic, like most people, thrills to the beauty of life and then how frequently he seeks the ugliness in existence.
When he is sober he craves to be drunk. When he is drunk he prays to be sober.
Such is the weird paradox of the alcoholic, that the only way in which he can feel better is to drink that which makes him feel worse. He starts out his drinking, no
matter who he is, with all the dignity of a king, and winds up his drinking like a clown.
So he goes his incredible, incomprehensible, paradoxical way, leaving in his wake his human wreckage, that which he does cherish most. Down the road of
alcoholic oblivion he stumbles and staggers, until he either finds himself at the door of A.A. and the halfway house, or death intercedes.

This was read at a medallion tonight and I thought I'd share it. It certainly describes me in my drinking days.

 

[bluesbob]

“The Alcoholic Paradox” by Austin Ripley
(The Little Red Book pages 59 - 60)


This was read at a medallion tonight and I thought I'd share it. It certainly describes me in my drinking days.

Do not gaze at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly! In the end it bites like a snake and poisons like a viper.

 

[PrairieGurl]

Do not gaze at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly! In the end it bites like a snake and poisons like a viper.

Just wanted to let you know Bluesbob...I like this phrase. Is it your's?

Wendy

 

[bluesbob]

Just wanted to let you know Bluesbob...I like this phrase. Is it your's?

Wendy

It's from Proverbs.

 

[formykidsiwill]

Yes, the paradox, oh dear God only divine intervention can stop the vicious cycle once began.