Did you know that when you get sober you develop X-Ray eyes? You do! It’s amazing. @chatnoir discovered this the other day when she was out shopping for cat food and stopped at a cafe. Here’s what she saw: “Some young women were having wine in very large glasses. Suddenly I seemed to develop X-ray eyes!! I saw the damage to their livers and sweet hearts and brains.”
Amazing eh. Sobriety magically gave her the ability to see through those women’s clothes and skin to their organs. She could see how their livers were working hard to metabolise the alcohol – all the enzymes busy breaking it down, she witnessed how each sip of wine reduced the force with which the women’s heart muscle contracted, thereby relaxing their blood vessels and dropping their blood pressure, and she saw how when the alcohol reached each of their brains it slowed down the impulses between their nerve cells, making their thinking fuzzy, their judgment impaired, their tongues twisted, their vision blurred, and their muscles rubbery.
See! Special Sobriety X-ray Eyes!
I’ve had similar experiences with my Special Sobriety X-ray Eyes. Sometimes when I look at a drinker I can spot an empty wallet in a jacket pocket, the bruises hidden after another drunken fall, the sadness behind a boozy smile.
But I try not to train my X-ray eyes on others too often… I leave them to their own devices. The best trick to play with this special sobriety gift is in the mirror. When I look in the mirror my X-ray eyes can see behind my face into my brain which is full of pride and contentment at no longer being a boozy hag. They can see through my torso to my liver, heart and brain working normally to process ordinary things.. not the horrid toxic shit I used to pour into it daily.
They allow me to see what’s really there inside me… my authentic thoughts and emotions… my genuine pain and sorrow and concerns…as well as my real joy and delight and pride.
No booze in the way gives us the ability to see clearly, really clearly what’s actually going on. And that is a very good thing.
Love, Mrs D xxx