Blacktalon
04-30-2009, 01:21 PM
For those who are curious, no, this has nothing to do with me, however it does centre around a problematic situation involving a friend of mine.
I just had to resport to humiliation of a friend in order to make him realize his stupidity with alcohol. Let me divulge a bit more:
I've known Steve (yes, his real name is Steve. Everyone's name is Steve!) for ten years now. We started working part-time at the same time at a supermarket in the produce section, and had a budding friendship for that long. He's been there for me in bad times and I've been there for him.
He's not a very tall man. Sitting at a little under 5' 5", his round figure and lispy pronunciation of "R" gives him that added character. The speed at which he lunks around leaves a lot to be desired; many times when he would walk with me to the bus stop from his house I'd find myself almost 100 metres in front of him babbling to myself as though I thought he was still right beside me.
His love for philosophy, music and literature makes one feel in awe. Yet one thing clouds all this and turns it into a dark and devouring missive wherein all his apparent greatness is shrouded by it.
What do I mean by this?
His recent actions over the past few years have lead me to believe there's a strong issue with his alcohol consumption. He's always had a bad run-in with alcohol. Eight years ago at a friends' cottage, he got so drunk that he threw up on himself; the pictures that were taken of him lying face-first in his own pool of vomit and he's never lived it down.
He continues to indulge heavily into drinking binges that would make even the hardened drunk or wino look tame.
Over the past year he's been involved in a very highschool-ish infatuation with a girl who is 11 years his junior. Now, he just turned 30 in February. He's in school studying philosophy, albeit barely, and still works part-time at the same supermarket where both him and I first became friends.
The past year has been rather tumultuous for both him and myself as his emotional flabbergasts result in him turning to obscene amounts of alcohol as a way to cushion the blows of the infatuated war of love.
He's gone through so much, though despite my calls for reasoning he chooses to ignore it in a pint of beer. His pursuits of this girl has tested friendships and increased the ridicule he receives from colleagues, peers, and friends alike.
A few weeks ago he was celebrating the girl's 19th birthday; during a break at work he and the girl went to the Beer Store to get a case of Bud, non-chalantly bringing it into the store in front of gaping jaws and wide eyes.
His mission that night was to impress the girl and let her have a few beers to commemorate her ascent into adulthood (drinking age here in Canada is 19; it's 18 in Quebec).
They went over to a buddy's place to celebrate. Now the one thing I should mention is that this one buddy and Steve have been vying for the affection of this one girl. Much to their surprise, not only did she smother her affection, but she did it with someone else and not Steve and Jay, the friend.
Steve and Jay looked at one another and resorted to drinking. Steve took it a step further. He got so drunk that, during the ride home with another good buddy, Steve decided to release his own biological keg and spew all over the car, and the driver.
Upon getting back home, Matt, the driver of the car, tried to get Steve into the house despite being covered in acidic bile of reverence from a few hours earlier. Much to his dismay, Steve refused to cooperate, unable to stand or mutter a word. Matt wasn't able to get Steve into the house, so he left Steve on the front stoop to "sober-up" a while so he could at least get into the house. The fact that the spew was moist and causing Matt to experience chills didn't help.
Steve wound up flopped on his side on the front lawn, eventually being spotted by someone who then called the ambulance, and properly ported Steve over to the hospital.
The sad part in all this is that the day after, Steve had an exam. You'd think that in knowing you had an exam you'd spend the time studying and laying low. But apparently the call to party and assert a natural mating call was of more importance, which led to disturbing consequences.
Steve didn't so much as whisper a thank you to Matt for at least driving him home, instead acting all diva on him and criticized Matt for what he did. Not to mention that the offer to help clean the car afterwards wasn't opening stated.
Then, a week later, I found out that Steve was ready to go at it again, calling for a party to be held at a local watering hole.
I posted on his facebook account wondering how the event went, and whether he went to the hospital again. Apparently Steve didn't like that, so I retaliated with, "Hey Steve, has Alana agreed to go out with you yet? Oh, that's right, she hasn't!"
That set off a firestorm in a bottle, although I'm quite confident it had to be said. Matt and myself have taken enough strife throughout the last year listening to Steve ramble incessantly about the girl, even though we told him that she's just playing him, and all that regular outside-of-the-box-looking-in rhetoric most friends tend to relay to other friends.
And now, a buddy who has gone out west to Victoria in British Columbia is returning for a small visit next week. First thing out of Steve's mouth was to get hammered. His brother was the first to back away from that statement, saying that if he's going down to visit, he won't be drinking heavily.
He's pretty upset with me for "publically humilating him" on facebook, but I felt it necessary to say given his imminent danger of being self-indulged by alcohol.
Now he's talking about moving East to New Brunswick, saying that no one at the store where he met most of his friends really are "friends" for ridiculing him. But it's self-inflicted. His actions are the ones that are causing him the humiliation, we're merely just pointing it out to try to get him to come to his senses.
I absolutely loathe people who get massively drunk like that on a regular basis, and never take responsibility for their actions.
Alcohol was responsible for destroying my family at an early age. I certainly do not want to see it destroy another person who is close to me.
I'm upset because I think he's running away and not realizing the damage he's doing to not only himself, but to his relationships with friends and family.
And it hurts.
I just had to resport to humiliation of a friend in order to make him realize his stupidity with alcohol. Let me divulge a bit more:
I've known Steve (yes, his real name is Steve. Everyone's name is Steve!) for ten years now. We started working part-time at the same time at a supermarket in the produce section, and had a budding friendship for that long. He's been there for me in bad times and I've been there for him.
He's not a very tall man. Sitting at a little under 5' 5", his round figure and lispy pronunciation of "R" gives him that added character. The speed at which he lunks around leaves a lot to be desired; many times when he would walk with me to the bus stop from his house I'd find myself almost 100 metres in front of him babbling to myself as though I thought he was still right beside me.
His love for philosophy, music and literature makes one feel in awe. Yet one thing clouds all this and turns it into a dark and devouring missive wherein all his apparent greatness is shrouded by it.
What do I mean by this?
His recent actions over the past few years have lead me to believe there's a strong issue with his alcohol consumption. He's always had a bad run-in with alcohol. Eight years ago at a friends' cottage, he got so drunk that he threw up on himself; the pictures that were taken of him lying face-first in his own pool of vomit and he's never lived it down.
He continues to indulge heavily into drinking binges that would make even the hardened drunk or wino look tame.
Over the past year he's been involved in a very highschool-ish infatuation with a girl who is 11 years his junior. Now, he just turned 30 in February. He's in school studying philosophy, albeit barely, and still works part-time at the same supermarket where both him and I first became friends.
The past year has been rather tumultuous for both him and myself as his emotional flabbergasts result in him turning to obscene amounts of alcohol as a way to cushion the blows of the infatuated war of love.
He's gone through so much, though despite my calls for reasoning he chooses to ignore it in a pint of beer. His pursuits of this girl has tested friendships and increased the ridicule he receives from colleagues, peers, and friends alike.
A few weeks ago he was celebrating the girl's 19th birthday; during a break at work he and the girl went to the Beer Store to get a case of Bud, non-chalantly bringing it into the store in front of gaping jaws and wide eyes.
His mission that night was to impress the girl and let her have a few beers to commemorate her ascent into adulthood (drinking age here in Canada is 19; it's 18 in Quebec).
They went over to a buddy's place to celebrate. Now the one thing I should mention is that this one buddy and Steve have been vying for the affection of this one girl. Much to their surprise, not only did she smother her affection, but she did it with someone else and not Steve and Jay, the friend.
Steve and Jay looked at one another and resorted to drinking. Steve took it a step further. He got so drunk that, during the ride home with another good buddy, Steve decided to release his own biological keg and spew all over the car, and the driver.
Upon getting back home, Matt, the driver of the car, tried to get Steve into the house despite being covered in acidic bile of reverence from a few hours earlier. Much to his dismay, Steve refused to cooperate, unable to stand or mutter a word. Matt wasn't able to get Steve into the house, so he left Steve on the front stoop to "sober-up" a while so he could at least get into the house. The fact that the spew was moist and causing Matt to experience chills didn't help.
Steve wound up flopped on his side on the front lawn, eventually being spotted by someone who then called the ambulance, and properly ported Steve over to the hospital.
The sad part in all this is that the day after, Steve had an exam. You'd think that in knowing you had an exam you'd spend the time studying and laying low. But apparently the call to party and assert a natural mating call was of more importance, which led to disturbing consequences.
Steve didn't so much as whisper a thank you to Matt for at least driving him home, instead acting all diva on him and criticized Matt for what he did. Not to mention that the offer to help clean the car afterwards wasn't opening stated.
Then, a week later, I found out that Steve was ready to go at it again, calling for a party to be held at a local watering hole.
I posted on his facebook account wondering how the event went, and whether he went to the hospital again. Apparently Steve didn't like that, so I retaliated with, "Hey Steve, has Alana agreed to go out with you yet? Oh, that's right, she hasn't!"
That set off a firestorm in a bottle, although I'm quite confident it had to be said. Matt and myself have taken enough strife throughout the last year listening to Steve ramble incessantly about the girl, even though we told him that she's just playing him, and all that regular outside-of-the-box-looking-in rhetoric most friends tend to relay to other friends.
And now, a buddy who has gone out west to Victoria in British Columbia is returning for a small visit next week. First thing out of Steve's mouth was to get hammered. His brother was the first to back away from that statement, saying that if he's going down to visit, he won't be drinking heavily.
He's pretty upset with me for "publically humilating him" on facebook, but I felt it necessary to say given his imminent danger of being self-indulged by alcohol.
Now he's talking about moving East to New Brunswick, saying that no one at the store where he met most of his friends really are "friends" for ridiculing him. But it's self-inflicted. His actions are the ones that are causing him the humiliation, we're merely just pointing it out to try to get him to come to his senses.
I absolutely loathe people who get massively drunk like that on a regular basis, and never take responsibility for their actions.
Alcohol was responsible for destroying my family at an early age. I certainly do not want to see it destroy another person who is close to me.
I'm upset because I think he's running away and not realizing the damage he's doing to not only himself, but to his relationships with friends and family.
And it hurts.