i am serious when i say i hate an image of a man surrounded with beer bottles and packs of cigarette.
my father drinks a lot (he ain't a smoker though. thank god). it is during those times that i hate seeing him. i love him with all my heart but it breaks me to see him drunk, out of control and noisy. i've seen him drunk many many times. and i hate all those times. as a kid, i find him scary.
i don't have any problem when people drink for an occasion and celebration, or depression, even. buying tatay two bottles of sanmig light as a treat after painting our roof in dela costa during his vacation there was one of my fondest memory of him. and i like it when nanay and tatay, just the two of them, drink together at home for some relaxation and chill time. that i find sweet.
but it matters to me and i definitely mind when people drink a lot, a whole lot. i don't really understand why they need to drink so much. i'm wodering what benefit are they getting from it.
and even now that i am all grown up, i still find drunk men scary and despicable.
my father drinks a lot (he ain't a smoker though. thank god). it is during those times that i hate seeing him. i love him with all my heart but it breaks me to see him drunk, out of control and noisy. i've seen him drunk many many times. and i hate all those times. as a kid, i find him scary.
i don't have any problem when people drink for an occasion and celebration, or depression, even. buying tatay two bottles of sanmig light as a treat after painting our roof in dela costa during his vacation there was one of my fondest memory of him. and i like it when nanay and tatay, just the two of them, drink together at home for some relaxation and chill time. that i find sweet.
but it matters to me and i definitely mind when people drink a lot, a whole lot. i don't really understand why they need to drink so much. i'm wodering what benefit are they getting from it.
and even now that i am all grown up, i still find drunk men scary and despicable.
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