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I had this intense desire to get drunk today. I have consumed alcohol in very miniscule amounts on just a couple of occasions, usually when I am hanging out with friends who drink. That’s it, forget about getting a high, I cannot even differentiate one from the other. Anyway, coming back to what I started saying. I wanted to get drunk, and I wanted it bad. Not out of some stupid childish obsession, but because I felt inconsolable today. And I knew crying wouldn’t help me either. It was an issue that I could talk to nobody about. It was too personal. I had just started questioning my faith and trust in something that I had valued the most. And I had realized that it is your emotional side that makes you trust something and your brutally practical side that helps you sustain it. No, not ‘helps’, per se, it is more of a check meter. The moment it senses something wrong, something amiss, it directly reaches, catches hold of your ‘faith’ at it neck and strangulates it.