August 2nd comes and goes without much fanfare. It’s my dad’s birthday, and every year, I wonder where he sleeps that night. I wonder if he’s safe and warm.
My father, that I recall, had no vices when I was growing up. I think he was a heavy drinker, probably an alcoholic, before I was born. But I don’t remember, to be honest. There’s a term I’ve heard in the last year, “dry drunk,” that refers to a person who exhibits the same behaviors sober that they did drunk. It also, in my understanding, refers to someone who can develop this syndrome because they lack adequate professional support while in recovery.
[W]hile they may have quit drinking, the individual has yet to deal with the emotional baggage that led them to alcohol in the first place.
DRY DRUNK SYNDROME CAN BE OVERCOME; IT SIMPLY REQUIRES A WILLINGNESS TO…
Literature is the operating instructions. The best manual we have. The most useful guide to the country we’re visiting, life.
You can pick up a volume of Chekhov’s stories and open it anywhere, and, no matter how well or poorly the Russian has been translated, you will probably have a hard time finding a sentence you can’t understand. This is because, as much as any other writer and more than most, Chekhov put such a premium on writing comprehensibly, without flowery language or unnecessary adornment.
mira prabhu 