^It annoys the shit out of me that some girls assume that I'm trying to hit on them when I'm just being friendly. A lot of men and women are capable of, inebriated or otherwise, being less than sexual objects in each other's eyes.
Update on me: I started back on my anti-anxiety meds yesterday. Today I have absolutely no desire, zero, to drink alcohol. What I was trying to achieve from alcohol was what I should have been trying to achieve from anti-anxiety drugs. I now suspect that I may have gotten violent because no matter how much I drank, I was still stressed out/angry/depressed, if not more so.
Now I feel like I'm floating on a cloud. I don't need any drugs or alcohol and all their nasty side effects. My eye was twitching for seven days straight. Seven fucking days. I tried to cure it by smoking and drinking. I figured I've been working too hard, I just need to chill out. But no matter how much I smoked or drank the eye just kept on twitching.
Now, eighty cents later (30mg of Oxazepam), I am perfectly fine and sober and capable of going about my normal day.
Today I actually thought to myself: What am I going to do today? rather than just waking up and getting smashed. I no longer need bottles and cans scattered over the house, puke, piss, dirty bongs, cigarette butts. I don't need to get into fights with people. I don't feel any anger towards anything, myself or otherwise. The muscles in my back are relaxed. I'm not grinding my teeth.
One tiny pill.
Eighty cents.
Hooray for benzos.
It sounds like you quite possibly have a self-hatred problem.
Some people who remain unnamed told me I was shit for a long long time and it stuck somewhere in my head. Sometimes when I'm not thinking straight I believe it. Other times I love myself as if I'm God, perhaps to balance things out. There is no happy middle ground where I can see myself as I am in the mirror. It is always either WAY up or WAY down.