It only just occurred to me recently that my self image has changed somewhat dramatically since I stopped drinking. As documented elsewhere in this blog, I think I sort of saw myself (or imagined that people saw me – which may effectively be the same thing) as sort of a clown, a loose-cannon.
While I spent most days not drinking and, of course, working and generally being responsible and productive, many people only ever saw me at parties or other events where there I would be drinking.
And I guess it formed a core part of how I saw myself, too. Not as someone that’s always responsible and knowledgeable and collected, but as someone that’s reckless an occasionally irresponsible.
But when you take away the drinking… How often am I irresponsible or reckless?
Well… Never, really.
I still like to have fun, let loose, be silly, and occasionally boisterous. But it’s always in good fun, I’m not risking anything (including my mood the following day), and there’s really no chance of hurting anyone. I’m always completely in control and basically always make good choices.
And I’ve realized now that not only am I seeing myself totally differently, it also manifests itself as confidence.
I trust myself and my instincts a lot more, and I stand up for myself more when it comes to it. I certainly don’t want to stop being pleasant and easy-going, but there are times when others are, for example, being unreasonable or lightly manipulative, and I have the confidence now to call them out.
I feel like there’s just kind of an inner-strength there and self-assuredness that didn’t exist before that allows me to approach situations with way more control.
Funny enough, right this moment it just hit me that the other blog post I wanted to write was something along the lines of “historically I’ve always looked to others to how I should behave and what’s acceptable, but that doesn’t serve me anymore”, and I’ll probably still do that. But I’m realizing that it’s… Sort of the same thing.
I think there was a sense in my life, for so long, that there are unwritten rules about the world that others understand better than me. Maybe it started way back when I was homeschooled.
But since then, I’ve approached the world – and especially social situations – with a sort of apprehensive and flexible approach, as if I were an outsider that didn’t understand and just wanted to fit in.
But for the first time, I really don’t feel like that anymore.
In fact, maybe that’s even what brought me to enjoy drinking so much. Maybe it quieted that part of me that felt like I didn’t actually belong. Or, at the very least, like I needed to go along with everyone else told me to do because I didn’t quite grasp what was happening.
But I don’t really have that sense anymore. In fact, at this point I genuinely feel like I understand most social situations better than most. I’ve spent so long carefully paying attention to how people behaved and especially trying to determine how they were feeling at any point that I think I’ve actually developed fairly robust emotional intelligence and now have no trouble navigating just about any complex social dilemma.
All of this is likely connected.
I also don’t want to be closed-minded or unopen to new ideas or understandings of the world or those around me, but I feel like I finally have a confidence in any situation that I didn’t have before.
And that feels good.