That wacky Carl Jung!

As a follow up to the last post, since I started talking (and talking) about this drinking thing, I've been hearing a lot about peoples' relationships to drinking. I love when that happens. In fact, even without prompting, the subject keeps coming up. Meaningless coincidence? No, my friends, there are no such things. As proof: I went out with some friends, and one reveals that he hasn't had anything to drink in two weeks because it is blocking his progress in what he wants to change in his life; I'm taking in the pure connection of that within my own life when he says "What do you think about Jung, and the collective unconscious?" I'm like: whoa. What's that experience, with the mirror reflected in the mirror, reflected in the mirror, ad infinitum? Anyway, it was like that, but with thoughts, and friends. Awesome. Other people tell me about their blackouts and wine romances and other friends seem seriously disturbed by my behavioral changes, which are not all that elaborate: basically, take some breathes, super compulsive Saint, and don't binge drink. For my drive to Rockford, I spontaneously grab some Freakwater records I haven't listened to in years; these, my friends, are some of the starkest, fullest, bestest songs about drinking's magic and regret ever written. Interesting. It is all interesting.