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Quiet.
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I am Gavin. I drink loudly and speak softly. I drink to quiet the world, to quiet my own shouting thoughts. I prefer the me with alcohol in my veins than the mouse of a man you hardly notice by day.
Do you judge me?
After two or three bottles I don’t really care, and I like it that way.
I used to have friends. Friends who would convince me that underground concerts and aged wine were good. Every weekend was another outing, another experience. But it all became too loud. I couldn’t hear myself in the noise of them.
I tried religion once, but even in the hush of a sanctuary, my mind was pounded by the cacophony of eyes measuring up my posture, my words, my shoes. How could one focus with all that noise?
There was only one thing left; to calm the noise I removed the noisemakers. I shut out the world, retreated into my small apartment, spent my hours with books and coffee and window watching.
Even there the noise found me, thoughts and worries crescendoing ever louder as the days wore by.
That’s when I found my liquid cure, found it inside a bottle. It did not judge and it did not play rock music or bombard me with a guilty conscience. It makes me loud and it makes me not care. It makes me not hear. I never have to hear again… at least, until morning, that is.
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Quiet.
--Original caption story--
I am Gavin. I drink loudly and speak softly. I drink to quiet the world, to quiet my own shouting thoughts. I prefer the me with alcohol in my veins than the mouse of a man you hardly notice by day.
Do you judge me?
After two or three bottles I don’t really care, and I like it that way.
I used to have friends. Friends who would convince me that underground concerts and aged wine were good. Every weekend was another outing, another experience. But it all became too loud. I couldn’t hear myself in the noise of them.
I tried religion once, but even in the hush of a sanctuary, my mind was pounded by the cacophony of eyes measuring up my posture, my words, my shoes. How could one focus with all that noise?
There was only one thing left; to calm the noise I removed the noisemakers. I shut out the world, retreated into my small apartment, spent my hours with books and coffee and window watching.
Even there the noise found me, thoughts and worries crescendoing ever louder as the days wore by.
That’s when I found my liquid cure, found it inside a bottle. It did not judge and it did not play rock music or bombard me with a guilty conscience. It makes me loud and it makes me not care. It makes me not hear. I never have to hear again… at least, until morning, that is.
--Thank you for reading!--
My Instagram: @_tinaschroeder_
Support me on Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/tinaschroeder