Any life event was cause for a drink. i could mentally transform any small bump in the road into a life event so tragic the only way to survive it was a drink.
i was also able to blow any insignificant bubble out of such proportion that the only way to justifiably celebrate its magnitude was to fill it with booze until it blew up in my face.
Basically, whatever happened to me required a drink.
i understand the difference between a small bump and a big problem.
i recognize the distinction between a happy tiding and awesome news.
i also know none of the above merits a relapse.