The next big event in my life that should have been a indicator to stop drinking happened the spring of my senior year. I went to Myrtle Beach, SC for a Student Legislature Session (I was really cool in college y’all) with this guy that I had been hooking up with on and off with since my sophomore year. We were planning on sharing a room that week and I was looking forward to it.
The day we traveled down was the 21st of one of my fellow delegates and we had plans to go out to celebrate. Naturally we started drinking heavily as soon as we arrived at the beach, followed by shots at dinner, and then hitting up the bars. The night started out fun – there was drinking and dancing and everyone was getting along. Then the issues started – the boy I was in love with was on the dance floor making out with a girl that was on the trip with us. I saw this and became enraged and started drinking more.
At some point during my angry drinking, I blacked out. What follows is what I have pieced together from various people who were witness to this escapade. After I blacked out, I began to tell everyone in earshot the relationship I had with my friend (who was not out) and how I was going to ruin his life. I made a scene at each bar we went to and then in Walmart. I came to on the beach alone later that night. I found the people I was with and they started to fill in the details – at the time I wasn’t upset. I figured my friend got what he deserved. My mindset during this phase of my life was very vindictive and I did not like to be crossed. The next day I apologized, but the relationship with my friend was fractured and has only recently been repaired.
This was another sign that my life was becoming unmanageable due to alcohol. I ruined yet another relationship and didn’t really care. What should have been a wake up call was just a blip on my radar.
Grant Me Serenity and Shit 