Drunken Monster

“Uy [Ishmael] punta ka na dito sa bahay nina Kem. Dali Inuman tayo.”

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I did not come. I did not even texted her back if I am coming or not. That does not mean that I do not want their company. I love them, I like them, all of them are my good friends in their own ways…all of them, my classmates from high school.

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Actually I wanted to come. I wanted to see them again even if we had just saw each other last two days before Christmas for our party (and the event in Kem’s house would be our New Year’s party). I wanted to exchange stories with them. To reminisce with them our happy days in school.

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I would’ve come. The only thing that held me back was the “inuman tayo” part. I do not want to drink and get drunk again. I do not want to let my alter ego “Drunken Monster” to take control of my consciousness. I might be a control freak but I hate it when I am not in control of things around me, especially my body.

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The problem with me is that that I have no self-control. I drink like there is no tomorrow until I metamorphosed into a Drunken Monster. But then again I am glad that I got to know my self better. I know now what I am when drunk. I am also glad that I did not inherited my father’s drunken state (imagine one of my aunt’s story that my dad and his buddy held a contest of crushing hollow blocks using their heads one time that they were drunk). So far I just became a pasaway and noisy when I am drunk.

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Nothing serious so far, but then, I do not want to be an alcoholic. Ayokong maging katulad ng mga sugapa na malalaki ang tiyan at araw-araw ay amoy alak. It is better to prevent alcoholism than cure it.

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Kasalanan ni Makoy to eh.