Recently, I was talking to a young man (call him Joe) who is trying to figure it out. (This is not the same friend who texted me about wanting to be sober more, but another young man who doesn’t seem as interested in getting sober as I imagine he’s going to be at some point down the line.)
“Trying to figure it out,” for me, is recovery speak for someone who needs to change some habits and who knows he or she needs to change some habits. There are so many facets of this that you can’t get bogged down by labels. Someone who is believed to be an addict or an alcoholic might just be a party kid with bad habits and worse friends.
I think that might be the case with Joe. Still, just because he might not be the kind of drinker who gets the shakes if he lays off for a while, it doesn’t mean that changing his habits is going to be easy.
We are habitual people, and what and who we know are what and who we know. Thus, if the web in which the habits we hope to change is damaged, we must first seek to fix the web, in hopes that the habits will follow.
Changing my habits meant going to different places and spending more of my time with different people. I think the places aspect is an easier thing to deal with than the people aspect. That is in part due to that caution we always hear when people talk about changing our lifestyles. They say, “You’re gonna have to change your friends.”
Well, come on now; how is that supposed to make it seem like sobriety–or any other major lifestyle overhaul–is attractive? We like our friends, at least we do within the confines of that world we’re living in. We’re forced to think of confrontations, telling people “Sorry, I can’t be your friend anymore.” That isn’t attractive to anyone.
It’s not like that, however; the way it plays out isn’t that we have to change our friends, but that the situation does. We don’t have to change our friends, but our new interests will give us less in common with them. They will still be our friends, we just won’t do as many things with them.
I have not lost one friend because of my sobriety. Nor do I believe anyone else should. If someone is a friend, they’re a friend; if they’re only a drinking buddy, however, you won’t even remember their name when you see them in the grocery store five or seven years down the line; they’ll just be one more of those people you used to know.
Just a thought. Hopefully, no one who reads this needs to worry about such things, but at least it’s here if someone does.
Much love. Make good choices.
2 Replies to “Friends in Sobriety”
I was in key West FL, I was on lone mission to have a drink by myself so as I broke from my wolf pack, I found on the left side of the strip and the fact it was spring break and I had been almost 10 years out of school I was like I need to set down in wonder what the heck I’m doing here. On the set down I order a drink and the bar tender was after a few words a very big bodybuilder kind of dude walks up interrupts the bar tender which is an even bigger looking bodybuilder hemself and ask for a drink and throwing his money down. Well that bar tender said many words and in a way of get the lol out of here in rage screaming way, i was like shocked ghost white face and glad they didn’t start throwing punches an did shake my head like the bar tender did also. Like what was that.
And there you have it. Lord knows you have as many stories as I do, brother. Much love. Thanks for reading and commenting.