Liquid Courage

I had a glass of wine today when I ate dinner. It has been in my fridge for about 3 weeks with the aerated attachment still on it. The wine poured out in the glass not as naturally as before. I don’t like cold red wine. I don’t like cheap red wine. Tpicteahe only wine I have in the house is usually pinot noir. It still made me a little dizzy, enough where I bumped into a thing or two. Then the pain my temple began but ever with the dullness it commenced.

For so many years when I was young I imagined being an adult and drinking a glass of wine with dinner, as if that were the entrance to adult hood. Like you made it to maturity if wine accompanied your dinner. Was this coming from a delusional mind of a child, whom had two alcoholic parents and submersed her thoughts with this idea in order to distract from the fact, that she was looking to mirror her surrounding in the future. That sounds about right to me 15 years later. I guess it is good the universe gives me migraines a lot and thus I can’t enjoy several glasses of wine with dinner, or just because its Tuesday at 3pm. Or because I have the free will to make choices in my life. No matter how long I allow the tea to permeate the hot water I shall choose to add sugar or lemon or both…

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